Epics of Noche 4, Asylum

EON CH 10

DEEP BELOW THE WAVES.

1774, NOVEMBER 29th, TUESDAY1:30 pm.

Noche's only arm and both her legs were attached to the wall with chains as thick as her torso. Meanwhile, the Grave brothers rolled out a belt of tools. A bead of sweat dripped down Noche's head as she focused on summoning corruption.

"It feels so good to move about. The pleasure of moving your own body however you want," Red said. "To have such freedom... It almost distracts us from our mission. From our higher purpose."

Both of the twins took off their shirts and Noche's eyes widened. Every inch of skin was covered in various types of scars. From cuts, to burns, to acid damage. All types of injuries lingered on their flesh.

"They say you when you remember your trauma, you relive it," Red continued. "Luckily for us, that turns out to be true."

"A lot of what we're going to do to you, we've experienced firsthand," Blue said. "In a way, by torturing you we'll be torturing ourselves."

Noche's lip did a slight twitch upwards.

"And why would you do that?"

"To remind us of our purpose. Create allowed us to escape our torment. It gave us our freedom," Red said. "Yet despite that, create itself is still trapped. Restricted across the globe."

"We were chosen to free Create from its shackles. To do that, we have to remind ourselves of what our lives were like before it saved us," Blue said.

"By the time we're done with you, we'll appreciate our freedom tenfold," Red continued. "As well as remind ourselves of the debt we owe to our savior."

The crimson Grave brother turned his back to Noche, leaned over the tool belt, and spun in a blur. There was an impact on Noche's stomach and she lost her concentration on summoning corruption. She gazed down at the anglerfish knife half way in her abdomen.

Her eyes widened the same instant the pain registered. She bit her lip and managed to fight back her screams. Orange blood dripped down the blade and onto Red's hand. Both twins were grinning from ear to ear – their eyes ecstatic.

"You know, there are many types of pain, Noche. Somatic, visceral, neuropathic, you see our master wanted to make sure you become numb to pain," Red said. "So we're going to inflect everything we can think of. It'll be fun to watch you become desensitized."

He ripped the knife out of Noche's stomach and dangled it in front of her face. She didn't make a sound but her expression gave her away.

"By the way, we found this knife on your person," he said. "Hope you don't mind if we borrow it."

She didn't respond. It wasn't the first time she had been stabbed in the gut, but it was still painful. Waves of fire rolled across her stomach as the rest of her limbs were bathed in ice water. All her attention went to resisting the urge to scream, which caused her to miss Blue approaching.

He grabbed her by the shoulders and lifted her up as Red walked behind her. Then another sensation rocked her world as something pierced her shoulder. A shout escaped her lips as a meat hook popped out of her flesh. Then a second painful explosion happened on the opposite side as another meat hook was rammed into her.

Blue let go and the jolting drop made Noche gasp; she dangled a foot off the floor. She tried to move her arm to grasp at the hooks, but the chains didn't give her enough leeway. So she hung from two golf ball-sized holes in her shoulders. Her vision went hazy as her eyes fell to the blood splatter on the floor.