The Thief of Alvera
You panic immediately. You realise with disgust that you've urinated in your clothes. You tug at the chains holding you but of course they dont budge.
"Help!!!Somebody!!!Help me!!", you scream, hoping someone would hear you and come to the rescue. You scream a few times and wait. Nothing happens. You begin screaming again, putting all your energy into it. You pause only when your throat runs dry.
You hear fottsteps echo in the hallway outside and you feel fear and hope at the sametime, as the sounds get closer. The footsteps stop for a moment and you hear the rattling of keys and the opening of the massive steel bolt.
The hinges screech as the door opens, allowing a huge man in chainmail to enter. The man has hulking shoulders and huge, muscular arms. His face is adorned with strange tattoos and his bald head is also covered with tattos and marks. He carries a cruel toothed dagger and a sabre.There is an evil smirk on his face and you imediately realise, you've landed yourself in further trouble now.
"You stupid asshole! Like screamig would get you anywhere", the man snarls, his smirk changing quickly into an expression of utmost curelty and anger.
"Your screaming has put me in a bad mood. If it weren't for master's orders, I'd have had you impaled on the top of a tower by now".
You draw yourself into a corner of the room and brace yourself for what was going to come next. You wonder if the wierd form on the streets of Alvera was his master.
He walks closer to you and slaps you hard on the face. Blood oozes from the edge of your lips and your vision is disoriented. The taste of blood makes you dizzy. The man then kicks you in the genitalia, sending a searing pain through your body. You begin to scream in pain but control it quickly fearing further assault.
"Utter a word and there'll be a lot more pain coming from where that came from, you understand!?", he yells.
You nod, your face contorted with an expression of inhuman agony. You lie there clutching your balls as the man leaves the room. You hear the bolts and the lock and a feeling of frustrating hopelessness and desperation sinks in.
You are in serious trouble. Serious, serious trouble you think.
You lie there for god knows how long till you hear footsteps again. These footteps aren't the loud echoing footsteps of the huge henchman but seem to be the measured, controlled foot-steps of softer leather boots.
Fear grips you again as the door opens and a dark, cloaked figure enters. For a moment you think that it is the form you saw on the streets but you notice that this man is more substantial, real.
His whole body is covered with te dark, flowing cloak. He closes the door and turns to face you.
"Sly little thief, aren't you", he says. His voice chilled your very bones, it was as if he almost hissed in the serpent language.
"How you managed to steal the pendant I still don't know. But that is a discussion for later. You even managed to hide the jewel somewhere in such a short time."
You gape at the man. You have no idea what he is talking about. What jewel? Talk sense you bloody asshole, you say to yourself.
"Now tell me where you have hidden it", he shouts.
His shout shakes you to the very core."I...I...have no c..c...clue what you're talking about", you answer, stammering in fear.
"Stop lying you little scumbag!", he yells,"I should have known it. Only torture brings out answers from the likes of you". He opens the door and yells,"Prepare the torture cell and take this little runt there."
"Help!!!Somebody!!!Help me!!", you scream, hoping someone would hear you and come to the rescue. You scream a few times and wait. Nothing happens. You begin screaming again, putting all your energy into it. You pause only when your throat runs dry.
You hear fottsteps echo in the hallway outside and you feel fear and hope at the sametime, as the sounds get closer. The footsteps stop for a moment and you hear the rattling of keys and the opening of the massive steel bolt.
The hinges screech as the door opens, allowing a huge man in chainmail to enter. The man has hulking shoulders and huge, muscular arms. His face is adorned with strange tattoos and his bald head is also covered with tattos and marks. He carries a cruel toothed dagger and a sabre.There is an evil smirk on his face and you imediately realise, you've landed yourself in further trouble now.
"You stupid asshole! Like screamig would get you anywhere", the man snarls, his smirk changing quickly into an expression of utmost curelty and anger.
"Your screaming has put me in a bad mood. If it weren't for master's orders, I'd have had you impaled on the top of a tower by now".
You draw yourself into a corner of the room and brace yourself for what was going to come next. You wonder if the wierd form on the streets of Alvera was his master.
He walks closer to you and slaps you hard on the face. Blood oozes from the edge of your lips and your vision is disoriented. The taste of blood makes you dizzy. The man then kicks you in the genitalia, sending a searing pain through your body. You begin to scream in pain but control it quickly fearing further assault.
"Utter a word and there'll be a lot more pain coming from where that came from, you understand!?", he yells.
You nod, your face contorted with an expression of inhuman agony. You lie there clutching your balls as the man leaves the room. You hear the bolts and the lock and a feeling of frustrating hopelessness and desperation sinks in.
You are in serious trouble. Serious, serious trouble you think.
You lie there for god knows how long till you hear footsteps again. These footteps aren't the loud echoing footsteps of the huge henchman but seem to be the measured, controlled foot-steps of softer leather boots.
Fear grips you again as the door opens and a dark, cloaked figure enters. For a moment you think that it is the form you saw on the streets but you notice that this man is more substantial, real.
His whole body is covered with te dark, flowing cloak. He closes the door and turns to face you.
"Sly little thief, aren't you", he says. His voice chilled your very bones, it was as if he almost hissed in the serpent language.
"How you managed to steal the pendant I still don't know. But that is a discussion for later. You even managed to hide the jewel somewhere in such a short time."
You gape at the man. You have no idea what he is talking about. What jewel? Talk sense you bloody asshole, you say to yourself.
"Now tell me where you have hidden it", he shouts.
His shout shakes you to the very core."I...I...have no c..c...clue what you're talking about", you answer, stammering in fear.
"Stop lying you little scumbag!", he yells,"I should have known it. Only torture brings out answers from the likes of you". He opens the door and yells,"Prepare the torture cell and take this little runt there."