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The room was dark, damp, cool and unpleasant. Filled with macabre devices, some almost elegant in their brutal simplicity, in others the beauty lies within their terrible complexity. All shared one common purpose: pain and suffering. Though the room was filled with the sounds of these terrible instruments of torment in motion, most were simply drowned out by the chorus of its inhabbitants' screams. Even the bravest and most apathetic of men would struggle to keep their composure hearing the screams of such pure agony; but to a man as cruel as this, these sounds were music.
He walked casually past a few torture devices, simply smiling at those locked in them, almost feeding on their pain, rellishing every ounce of strength they spend in their futile efforts to escape. Though there were dozens of people here he could torment, his attention was fixed on one this night, a woman who had been here for nearly a week. Far longer than most live in this room. Most would break in a matter of hours, and once they were no logner required, they were executed. This woman however, was quite different. In spite of days of torture, she's not uttered a single word. He opened the door to the cell where she's being held. Her eyes met his, but unlike most, they were filled with fury rather than fear. He smiled as he approached the woman, her arms chained to the cieling, her legs to the floor, her naked body stretched out just far enough to cause great discomfort, but not enough to cause any long term damage. "Hello my dear. Would you be so kind as to tell me the location of the rebel group who sent you to me?", he asked politely.
Her first and only response was to spit in his face.
He laughed coldly as he wiped her spit from his face. "I expected as much", he said. She maintained eye contact. This was unusual, most either closed their eyes, or looked away whenever he got this close to them. Her willpower was strong... but it couldn't last forever. "Well, no matter. I've brought a rather special... treat... for you tonight", he said with a sickening grin. He held up a red hot Spanish Spider. "I think we should save this one for later though.", he said, setting it down and looking to a pile of instruments looking contemplative before finally picking up a Pear of Anguish. "How do you feel about this one?", he asked, as he showed her the device, and began to open it, giving her plenty of time to contemplate what he may intend to do with it.
Her face didn't change. She said nothing.
"Quite the conversationalist you are. I think you and I will become very good friends over the next few days." He set the cruel instrument down and finally decided to begin with a simple heated metal spike. He approached the defenseless victim, and held it close to her face, not yet touching her bare flesh with it. He preffered delaying the actual implementation of any of these tools, allowing the victim to imagine the pain before it even began. This alone was enough to extract information from the faint of heart. He lowered the tool to her chest, and looked at her with the same sickening grin. "Well then, anything you'd like to say before we begin?", he asked.
She remained silent.
"I thought not. Well, I'm not worried. I'm certain I'll hear your voice before we finish tonight. Whether it be words or screams is up to you I suppose. Believe me, I'll be quite happy with either.", he said. This was not simple intimidation. He meant it. He wasn't here because he needed to be. He chose to work in the torture chambers simply because he enjoyed it. This was not an ordinary man. He was twisted and saddistic. His heart as black the moonless midnight sky. His cruelty and malice were known far and wide. This was a man so evil, even the denizens of Hell itself dare only whisper his name... A name forever linked to fear and despair... A name which could instill terror in thehearts of all but the steeliest of warriors. This name was...
"Abaddon.", a voice interupted him just before he began the torture.
He turned to see the door to the cell opened, a large armored man looking in. "What is it? Can you not see I am busy?", he asked in an irritated tone.
"His majesty requests audience with you. Immediately.", the man said in a monotone voice.
Abaddon let out a sigh. "I see.", he said, as he returned the metal spike to the pile of hot coals he'd taken it from. He turned to the restrained woman and frowned. "My apologies, but it would seem I've other matters to attend to at present. But despair not my dear, I shall return to play with you again just as soon as I am able.", he said, as he and the large man left the small, damp room and closing the door, leaving the woman in total darkness.
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