Post by Ze Flying Wraithetti Monstress on Apr 3, 2009 12:26:15 GMT -5
Ah, my sweet, sweet Farid.
He had just been a baby when he’d been brought to me, nude and shivering in the semi-dark of the virgin cells. From the tribes deep in the south-east, his skin had been an odd colour, dark where it had been exposed to the sun, and pale pink where it had not. When I’d first laid my cool, pale hand on his shivering flesh, tracing grooves into his skin with my long nails, I had seen something broken within him. Laying eyes on him first, all alone, I knew that I had found my new lover.
However, he had proved to be a disappointment. He was unfavourably hot-tempered and fiery, with a filthy mouth and an irritating tendency to wet himself during the more torturous experiments. He’d even refused the invitations to my bedroom on several occasions, instead preferring to spend his nights in the cold, cramped corridors of the secondary experiment rooms. That had infuriated me, and within three months, I was not torturing Farid for furthering my exploration into science as much as I was out of rage. I had castrated him with my bare hands, loosened the bedding of every nail on his hands and toes and torn them out with searing metal tongs freshly dipped in burning coals, boiled his hands off, removed his scalp and fed it to my beautiful crocodiles, as well as other examples of pain. But nothing seemed to satisfy me, not even when he’d torn out of his cell last week and flung himself at my feet, begging for forgiveness after having the last surviving bits of his manhood torn off by my piranhas in the dunk tank.
I was, unfortunately, using magic to keep him alive. I still relied on it to save my favourites and the strongest ones from dying of something silly, like blood loss, or extreme pain, or exhaustion. I was making progress, though- now, none of my patients died of self-starvation, although a few did implode from the force-feeding.
Finally, I had tired of Farid’s lip two days ago, and had placed him in isolation while I plotted out a suitable death for him that would be crucial to my work as well. After several hours of rocking over the pain of the growing fetus in my belly- I got myself pregnant on a regular basis so I could study unborn children, but, of course, I always put the new creation to grow in one of my carrier women’s stomachs when it became too big. I couldn’t risk losing my perfect body to fatness, and I wasn’t going to let my firm breasts flop into grandma sacks from milking. After several hours of thinking, I decided to take Farid for a little trip to Dras-Leona. He could offer his limbs to the cathedral there, and the I could deal with the rest of him. Hanging upside down on a torture rack while having the skin scraped off his body and getting a perfect view of others who had gone through the same torment would be a perfect punishment for him! And so, I flung myself out of my chair to begin work. I’d gotten him and a couple of other experiments, drove all the way to Dras-Leona in my carriage, and had purchased a room in the most expensive inn in town, the Wastrel’s Purse. I was going on a tour of the cities anyway, all expenses paid by Galbatorix himself.
Now, today, I finally had the chance to flay Farid. He was now upside down on a rack, and I had started scraping at the soles of his feet. I was now working my way down to his knees.
I was the only one with my skin untouched in the whole room. Seven bodies were lain out on the floor, entirely skinless, every organ and bone perfectly visible to the naked, unaided eye- but they were alive. Through a hefty bit of magic- this was made possible by sucking living energy out of my experiments- I kept their organs in perfect working order. Of course, I used no spells to ease the pain. That would contradict the experiment entirely. Most of them were dead silent from the excruciating pain, especially since I had earlier poured citric acids onto their bare organs to see how they would react. Some, though, were moaning quietly. I had killed those who screamed. It made working with them too annoying.
I let Farid scream and cry as much as he wished, though, especially since I had magically soundproofed the room. Even though I’d gagged his mouth, the contractions of pain that racked his body had forced the rag down his throat, and he had almost eaten entirely through it. He had soiled himself too, so I’d had to stop to wash it off before continuing. As he wept, though, I found tears being drawn from my own eyes, and my own body racked with horror. Farid had been so lovely, so beautiful, even if his deep tan was now long gone, and now I would have to remove that glorious shell of his body, to render him a zombie, to undo what nature had given him. By the time every inch of his skin was in my arms, I was lying in Farid’s blood, weeping as his hideous dying wails continued to peal out through the room. The other bodies pulsed in time with his screeches, twitching, crying, contorting, howling.
For a while, I wallowed in that mixture of grief and heart-rending pain, sharing my own emotional dread with my face buried into Farid’s now stone-cold blood. I have no idea how long I lay there, shuddering and shrieking and weeping along with my experiments for my lovely Farid. He had now gone quiet.
“Doctor?” said a sudden tentative female voice.
I snatched my head up from the ground, my beautiful ebony hair now drenched through with drying blood. I stared at the girl who had just come in, her face pale. Lettie was one of my newer slaves, and she still hadn’t quite gotten used to the sight of my experiments. I wiped my eyes, and snapped, “What do you want?”
“Doctor, someone from the inn wishes to see you.”
“Who?” I demanded.
“They won’t say. But they’d really like to see you, ma’am.”
I supposed my room hadn’t been as well soundproofed as it could have been. Scrubbing my cheeks of tears and blood, I stood up, pushing away Farid’s dead body. “I’m coming!” I snapped. “As soon as I get ready.”
The girl bowed and shot straight out of the room, eager to be away from the pulsing bodies. I turned back to Farid, staring at his now-lidless dark eyes, frozen in pain for eternity. I reached over to touch the carcass with a trembling finger, my sadness giving way to fury. How dare such a stupid, pathetic mortal drag such emotion out of me? I stabbed at his eyes, tearing them out of their sockets. I would have done more, but I needed to get ready. Glaring at Farid a final time, my vision blurred, I turned and began to strip. Once naked, I yelled at the slaves in the other room to bring me buckets of water for bathing. Once one of them brought the water, I emptied the buckets into the tub at the far end of the room, and quickly washed off the gore. Once I was sparkling clean, I had the slave boy get rid of the water. As he worked, trying not to stare at me, I pranced in front of the huge mirror mounted beside my bed, admiring myself.
I was satisfied that I was the loveliest creature in Alagaësia. I even turned the heads of male elves, which I was proud of, even though I quietly despised their race. As opposed to the largely blonde, blue-eyed population that made up the north, I had long, silky black hair which hung straight down my back, so black, I liked to think, that the ravens were jealous. My eyes were just as dark as my hair, maybe even darker- I had no irises, just two huge pupils, endless chasms of black. My skin was flawless of any mark, blemish, or scar, and pale as snow, showing my wealth- I didn’t have to work out in the sun. Another show of my wealth was my fingernails- long, each one nearly as long as the fingers themselves, and painted nearly as black as my hair and eyes.
I eagerly pulled a new outfit out of the wardrobe by the mirror, letting my hands run down the silky silver sheen of the cloth. I had been saving it for an outing- it merely covered my chest and hips, with the two parts only connected by a metallic strap going down the stomach. It left the rest of my body bare. None of the guards would say anything, of course, as I was an important member of Galbatorix’s court. I fumbled the piece on as I tore through the collection of belts and jewellery I was storing in the top drawer. A silver belt, fashioned as a snake, to wrap around my stomach as a boa constrictor would. Then, silver chains and pearls to wrap around my bare forearms, neck, and calves. I left my hair as it was- straight and loose around my shoulders. I slipped my feet into a pair of silver flat-heels. Then, satisfied that I looked godlike, I headed out of my room, calling for the nearest slaves to attend me. I was currently on the third floor of the inn, with several flights to go down before I reached the ground level. I walked down the hall, pondering over who could possibly want to meet me, and why.
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Muse;; I think it was pretty good when it was written.
Thoughts;; I actually wrote this a LONGGG time ago. XD Er, any number of people can join, if you can think of a reason to meet up with Mally. XD[/size]
