Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-10197675-20140101230137/@comment-3293219-20140106230807

Nish was slowly bought back to reality by the repeated sting on his cheek as the nord from earlier slapped him until he showed some signs of consciousness. He was sat up, on a cheap, uncomfortable chair that made his insides hurt.

''I just want to lie down... He ''thought as his vision began to dim.

Nish felt another slap, that made everything snap back into focus.

"I think he's coming 'round!" A scarred breton noted, grinning.

The breton looked somewhat like Nish, though he was a lot older and his hair was black and he had the aforementioned scar that ran down his forehead, through his left eyebrow and ended under his eye. The scar looked serious and by the looks of it, he was lucky to not have lost his eye when he recieved it.

"So glad that you could join us..." He spoke, broadning his grin and leaning forward.

"Didn't hav-"

"Herrel?" The breton immediately requested.

Nish felt a sharp sting around the side of his face, that nearly knocked him over.

"Focus! You'll need to be awake to truly get the most out of what happens next..."

Nish panted from fatigue and shock... gazing around the room at the several men and women that stood around the breton opposite him. Confirming him as their leader...

Something else caught his eye, something that he couldn't believe he'd missed, a pile of torn clothes and bones that were left, piled up, in the corner of the room.

Nish winced and looked away, ''Cannibals! Like in Riften...''

Nish often feared the cannibals of Riften, before they were infected with that godless disease. They were smart and cunning and if they got you, there was no way out...

"So..." The breton began, sitting back in his chair as his grew calmer as he no longer needed to bark orders at anyone. "You tried to escape us... after Herrel, explicitly told you not to... Why?"

Nish didn't have an answer for this piece of shit... his words were too good for his ears.

"Don't want to talk? Fine... I don't need to know. I was just being polite, didn't really care..." He muttered, tapping his fingers on the table in rhythm, staring at his prisoner. It was true, he didn't care, you could tell by how calm he was and the look in his eye... "Jarred? Fetch the cleaver." The breton finally requested as Herrel and a bosmer woman held Nish in place, grabbing him by the arms as the breton came back with a meat cleaver.

"You... are one lucky son of a bitch..." He smirked, raising the thing and reflecting the light of the fireplace. "This cleaver? Brand new... we're going to baptize it, in your blood..." The breton paced over to Nish with a look of glee on his face as he hovered the cleaver over his hand, slowly waving it in the air. "Normally, we'd kill you before this but... we don't allow the 'escapies' that privilege..."

Nish closed his eyes and looked away, waiting for the pain to shoot through his body at any moment.

Eilo- His thought was interrupted as the cleaver sliced through his ring and pinkie finger, sending shockwaves up his arm. His right hand felt wet as blood gushed out of the stumps that used to be his fingers and his mouth began to shake, his teeth began to chatter as the shock caught up to the rest of his body and he slowly began to lose an ungodly amount of blood.

"Floor!"

Herrel's boot was rested against Nish's ribs as he gently nudged him off of his chair and sent him falling to the floor, both the contact with the boot and the impact with his wound were almost as painful as the amputation but he was too deep in shock to scream.

The breton knelt down and held him up by the collar, grinning manically as he sliced through his shirt to explose his abdomen. It was fortunate that the cannibal leader did this, because it was at this moment that he noticed that Nish's stomach was horribly discoloured.

"What the..." He turned back to Herrel. "What the hell is this!?"

"H-he... he was impaled when we found him, remember?" Herrel stammered, this breton must be a force to be reckoned with if his anger had the towering nord quaking in his boots.

"He has an infection!" He stood up and ran over to the nord to ball at him some more, "The meat is tainted you dumb shit!"

He spun around and looked at the healer who had saved him before, "do not let him die! Use whatever we have to save him and take him back to his cell!"

She nodded and gestured for two of the cannibals to assist her in carrying him out of the room and into her 'operating theatre.' A name that was rather fitting in a small enclave of sadists...

The breton watched as he was carried out, panting as the anger left his body.

"Why save him? Not much meat on him..." Herrel pointed out.

"It's not the meat..." The breton admitted, turning back to his right hand man.

"I want him to suffer..."