Arcanian Dynasty

Remember...

A Steel door Scrapped across a dirt covered stone floor. A blinding light flashed into view, and in the doorway stood The Marshal and the Torture Master. "Have anything to say Maggot?"

"Eat, Ass Marshal." I would Scoff. Not that I'd be in the position to, my wrists were chained to the walls, and I'd be horribly beaten. The Torture Master would Step over to me, and slap me with what would seem like a literal ton of force. I was forced to the side. and blood would be launched from my mouth. The repeated beatings took their toll.

"Maybe if you'd comply, Distora, you wouldn't be in this mess." He'd step to be directly in front of me, the Torture Master stepping aside. He Knelt to be face to face to me, my head would be hanging, hardly any strength to even look up. I haven't eaten for days, and the multiple torture sessions would have lasting effects. "Just tell me all of your plans, and you're free to go." He lifted my face to stare into my eyes. My Vision was blurry, but I could tell what he looked like. He was balding, and appeared to be in his late 50's. Common wrinkles. His hair was a dirty grey, and he was missing most of his hair. He had pale skin.

"If you think, I'll give up, after I've come so far, you're a bigger idiot than I figured you already were. And honestly, I don't think that's even humanly possible." I'd look up smiling at him, a few teeth missing, and one tooth horridly loose. My tan skin was covered in cuts, burns, and brusises. I wanted to cry, tell him everything, and beg for my life, but I wasn't about to give this bastard anything. No matter what he does to me I won't let him win. I'd spit in his face, a disgusting mixture of spit, blood, and mucus. He went to say something as I did so and I got it into that pricks mouth. I laughed as he spit it out and gagged. He waved at the Torture master to do his business. and I felt a lighting bolt strike my bare back. The burn and convulsions of my back were nearly unbearable. An assistant came in and would cast a spell, to set the room basically on fire. The special Robes they wore would protect them from this Arcane hell. I'd scream out in pain as the Steel door shut locking me in. I'd close my eyes, still bellowing out, only taking seconds to breath. I'd go back into my memories to escape the hell I was faced with.

Eventually the pain stopped, and the Assistant and the Torture Master left, and I was left there wounds untreated. I faded into a memory of my friends and family. Tears uncontrollably fell from my face as I sobbed. I feared I'd never see them again.. "Is this where I die?" I'd think to myself. I didn't know. I couldn't know. But what I did know is my friends would come save me. No matter how difficult it was, or even if I was dead, I knew they'd come. As for now, I'd just have to wait.