Hunt

Chapter 3: Pain

Lavellan

I reached the bottom of the stairs and found myself in a dungeon. Of course. I crept past the empty cells until I reached a bigger opening. There was a ring of Qunari standing around a table. The scouts stood off to the side.

"I assume your companions were killed by the hunters," one of the not scouts said.

"Yes, sir. I believe we are missing three scrolls from the set. Should we return?"

"No, they would be prepared. Let us see what we have here first."

"Yes, sir."

"Were you followed?"

"For a bit, but we lost them in the marsh."

The leader nodded at this. "You seem certain."

"I am, sir."

I was suddenly scooped out of my position before being tossed on to the nice, hard stone floor. I let out a groan.

"Are you one of his agents," the boss asked, sounding rather bored.

"I am no one's agent, but my own," I replied. He frowned even harder at this and searched my face.

"Inquisitior Lavellan, I presume?"

"Your presumption is correct, though I'm not the Inquisitor anymore."

"Here for the scrolls?"

"Perhaps."

"I think you are. Lock this thief up in one of the cells. Have a reformer see if he can extract any information from her."

The guard hauled me up and walked me to a cell.

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I got to stew for a few hours before the jackass showed up to torture me. It was more foreplay than actual torture. A good thrashing and nothing more. After that, I fell into unconsciousness.

Several days passed this way with the torture growing worse each time. I was covered in stab wounds, bruises, and burns. The days bled together, and I forgot how long I'd been down here for. It was cold and damp, however. After being beaten and giving nothing but broth for food, it wasn't long until sickness found me.

I came to in a delirious state. My words were so slurred that my torturer pressed his hand to my forehead to check my temperature before disappearing. I felt like I was on fire in a very bad way.

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I woke up screaming, but not knowing why. I was in a makeshift infirmary where an elven nurse was shushing me. The sickness made me ache worse than any beating.

"What's wrong with me," I croaked.

"A bad illness. You've been suffering from fever, convulsions, and vomiting blood."

"Lovely. Does the normal doom and gloom just not cut it?"

"Don't worry, miss. Word was sent. They'll be coming soon."

"The torturers?"

"No, an ally."

Must be Leliana. I didn't know cause I slipped back into unconsciousness.

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I woke up in the cell again, feeling much better. The door swung open, and my torturer stepped through.

"I would thank you for getting the healer, but I know you need my information, which I need to be coherent to give."

He raised a brow.

"You want my intel and that's all well and good. But there's a flaw in my character. I'm pretty damn spiteful. I don't give anything to anyone. People have to earn what they want."