₪ 72nd of Searing, Year 121, A.o.S ₪
Company: Mariette and Client| Thoughts: You derserve worse| Mood: Angry
Company: Mariette and Client| Thoughts: You derserve worse| Mood: Angry
₪ Siorey walked the streets at night, answer a summons from his mentor Mariette, as she needed him for another job. The two met at their usual spot, the woman draped in black lace and finery, a hood covering her head. She greeted her protege' with a smile as she gestured for him to come and wait beside her. He knew very well what kind of job he was going to be a part of, but part of him felt some type of way about it all.
He had to make a living, however, either by helping the weak as a circle mage or by inflicting pain to those he was paid to harm as a torturer alongside his mentor. Tonight was such a night that my sadistic nature got to flourish a bit. Dressed in my crow disguise I made my way to the meeting spot. For what seemed like hours on end, they waited for the contact to arrive, which only served to frustrate Siorey further.
"The lack of punctuality is rather irksome, you would think they would be here already waiting for our arrival." he criticized, crossing his arms behind his back as he kept an eye out for whoever was supposed to meet them. After a few more hours, well into the night, a man finally showed himself, waving us over to where he stood. "You the torturers?" he asked raising an eyebrow to the sight of just a woman and young man before him. "That would be us, and you must be..... Skulls?" Mariette purred back, sizing the man up through my mask.
He nodded, reaching into his coat pocket, to which both mages tensed at, preparing for his next action. He pulled out a pillowcase and tossed it over to us, to which we gave him a look of confusion. "The boss said you have to wear this, he's a little paranoid as he doesn't want this traced back to him." he said as he waited for us to cover our heads "I see, understandable" Mariette complied as she placed the head covering on, Siorey following her lead in the gesture, though he didnt like it at all. Skulls made sure it was secure enough to where it didn't restrict our breathing.
"If I may ask, who is the recipient of our skills tonight?" Siorey inquired, not knowing where the man was leading them to. Both mages could sense hesitation in him when Siorey asked as if he was afraid or unsure of telling any details. With a reluctant sigh, he finally divulged what little information he had. "Apparently it's the brother-in-law of my boss. The guy's been ruffing up my boss' sister something serious and he has had enough. That's where you come into play. You are to inflict as much pain on him as possible, make him think twice about doing it again." he explained, tapping Siorey on the shoulder.
"I see." Mariette chimed, and with cough, Skulls continued "Guy's a real piece of work ya know. Ruffin her up and all that just cause he feels like it, and the fact she won't run away from him. My boss thinks it's cause she's ashamed. Between you and me I think we should've just killed him and been done with it, but the boss wanted to send a message ya know, make sure he doesn't do it 'gain." he added, which piqued Siorey's curiosity a bit.
His parents never fought and if they did they had the common courtesy not to do so in front of him. There was just something about a husband beating his wife that truly set his blood to boil. A father was supposed to protect their family and loved ones, not abuse them and tarnish them, the young mage only being able to envision his father at that moment. He was now very eager to get his hands on the victim.
He was lead to where the torturing was to take place, taking in the sounds of the path they took, notating the turns and distance he believed he was from the initial meeting spot just in case they had to escape. His senses were keen enough to pick up the little things along the path. Once there, he could hear the sounds of voices of a few people, getting louder and louder until the covering came off and they were standing in an underground hallway.
Regardless of where they were he was more so pressed to get started on the job. Skulls escorted them to the room in which the man was held. Putting on his mask, both he and Mariette entered the room. "Who......who the hell are ya? What's wit those god-awful masks?" he inquired, his body tensing up as fear seemed to be setting in. Siorey could see the pain he has already endured and knew this man's suffering had only begun.
"Good evening sir, we have a job to do so let's make this as easy as possible darling." Mariette whispered, setting her case down and popping it open. "I know that voice, Mariette is that you......you gotta help me, talk them out of this, I don't even know why I'm here." he pleaded, a look of desperation now filling his face.
If he had no idea why he was here, why they beat him up, then we would be the ones to educate him. "I can't do that unfortunately. Allow me to clear that up why exactly you are here for you then. I've been hired to send a message. You have been beating your wife who I happen to be rather acquainted with, and someone is not happy about that." she began, setting out various tools, taking up a pair of vices from the group. Walking over to Siorey she placed it in his hands.
Ushering the black robe over to the chair in front of the man, and with a wicked smile on her face, she began. "Tell me, do you know how much pressure it takes to break a finger?" she asks, tapping Siorey on the shoulder, the mage taking hold of his index finger with the clamping device. "They say it takes up to 25lbs of pressure to break the bone in the finger."
Clamping down, he stuffed a ragged into the man's mouth and applied his full weight into snapping his finger with a twist. The crack of the bone snapping clapped like one would be if I had done so with his own hands, but the release of pressure was gratifying. What made it even better was the man's muffled scream. He was screaming with every bit of air in his lungs, whimpering and sobbing.
Mariette gripped his face in her hand, pulling her face close to his as her ethereal eyes drilled into his fear-filled ones. "Good, that pain is good. Imagine this to be the pain your wife endured for years. Broken bones, swollen lips, black eyes, and the constant fear of not knowing if you're gonna die during the next assault. Carve this pain into your soul and remember it well. Now onto the next finger my handy dandy finger breaker." she warned, watching the fear build up in his eyes as Siorey went to break more of his fingers.
With each snap, as loud and audible as it was, he wailed and cried. Tears flowed like rain as SIorey broke his fingers, and that was just a warm-up. Once Siorey had his fill of breaking his fingers, Mariette retrieved a blade from the tools and glided it against his wrist. Putting it in Siorey's hand, she began to guide him as the blade carved into where the flexor tendons were in his hands, his muffled screams making her smile.
"Can you believe that it takes three to six months for your tendons in your hand to heal? Maybe in that time, you will come to learn to keep these naughty little hands to yourself and not beat your wife. There is no need to deny it either, I've treated her injuries and It's quite sad how she tries to protect you. You should appreciate her loyalty more, it's wasted on you that's for sure."
After careful cutting and the guidance of his mentor, Siorey was able to sever the tendons in both his hands. Mariette was going to grab another tool and break some more of him when Skulls came and patted my shoulder. "Ok that's enough I think you've made ya point," he said, to which I looked to Author with a smile. "It seems we are out of time sir, I guess I was having too much fun."
Siorey stood, and came to stand rather close in front of him, removing his mask and giving the battered man a look of complete disdain and utter disgust. "Though our time is up, I want to leave you with some parting words of wisdom. If I hear that you have touched your wife in a violent manner again, I can assure you that whatever these good men will do to you will pale in comparison to what I can do. I am a circle mage after all, which means I can think of some rather creative and gruesome ways to make your final moments something that will give Wraeden chills."
With those parting words, I picked up my mask and placed it back on my face. "You not worried he gonna turn you into the Skyguard?" Skulls asked, coming to place the pillowcase over our heads again. "Not in the slightest, he knows that his life will be forfeit if he does, I've made that point very clear." Siorey clarified with a chuckle. With that Mariette and Siorey both laughed as Skulls escorted them out and back to the rendevous point, getting a pouch filled with the payment for the job.
"If you ask me, it was money well earned." ₪
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