The Blackfang Tragedy

Chapter 5 - Torture

When Crazen awoke, he was laying on his back, wings painfully spread out. Chains went through his wings. All four of his legs were spread apart, restraints keeping them there. A large shackle that bound to the table covered his stomach, a smaller one at the tip of his tail. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move.

He looks around the room. It's dark, with very few dim lights. The room is small, and doesn't seem to carry much, other than the usual alchemy table, chains at the walls and hooks at the ceiling. The only sounds in the room are Crazen's breathing and the bubbling of the alchemy table. He can't see Naryl anywhere.

He's scared. He shakes and cries, continuously trying to move. But he can't. He's so afraid. He wants Naryl. He wants his father. He wants Snow. He wants Sth. His crying is so silent that nobody could hear him. After what seemed like an hour, the door at the front of the room opens and closes. Crazen looks over, looking at the figure that was barely illuminated by the twilight flame braziers.

The figure (who Crazen assumed to be Garaxion) was a large worgen. Garaxion's face was mainly covered with a frightening dark purple helm. The helm covered Garaxion's eyes, too small to cover his muzzle. Garaxion wore a matching robe and gloves. Garaxion's belt held several elixirs and a large dagger. The dagger was curved and sharp, a purple energy flowing from the weapon. Garaxion's fur was thick, black, and had a small tint of purple. His teeth were sharp, sticking out from his muzzle. The claws on Garaxion's hands looked more dragon than worgen. Garaxion was grinning, rather creepily. The creepyness of his grin was amplified by the low purple light.

Garaxion moves to his alchemy table, looking for something. Crazen shakes wildly on the table, rattling it.

"He spoke about you, you know. He always begged for me not to come after you. Not to hurt you."

Garaxion's voice was deep and echoed heavily. It sounded terrifying. It made Crazen shake more. Garaxion lets out a horrible sounding laugh.

"You're afraid. Good. Good. I love it when you shake. When you're scared. Stharakian told me you can't talk. Can you scream? Surely you can. Oh.. I just can't wait to see how far I can push you!" Garaxion turns around, holding a large needle. He begins to approach. Crazen continued to struggle, still crying.

"I promise I won't kill you. Oh, I can't kill you, Stharakian would be so sad if I ended up killing his 'Dada'. Now, hold still.. it's only going to hurt.. a lot." Garaxion moves forward, tilting Crazen's small draconic head to the side, sticking the needle inbetween two scales on Crazen's neck. Crazen continues to cry as a sharp pain comes from the needle.

He's not prepared for the pain afterwards.

He begins to screech loudly, louder than he's ever made any sound. Blood comes from his throat as his vocal cords are irritated. He's not supposed to screech loudly, but he can't help it. It feels like he's burning, like something's eating his insides. He continues to scream while Garaxion only laughs, moving back to the alchemy table.

Crazen continues to squirm. He watches his vision swim, everything slowly fading. He begins to slow his squirming, his vision barely there as he can see Garaxion holding a potion in one hand, his horrid looking dagger in the other.

"Don't pass out on me, yet! That's only the beginning!"

Crazen's screeching slowly begins to stop, his vision becoming black for only a few moments before his vision returns, a sharp pain at his chest. The dagger. It was in his chest. He begins to screech again, louder and louder as Garaxion twists the blade rapidly. He feels something crawling on his scales, feels something moving. He can feel his scales burning, feel some of them fall off. He can hear the fleshy sounds of the knife twisting in his skin under his scales.

Garaxion only laughs like a maniac through Crazen's torment. "You're not going to die, I promise! Does it hurt, young one? Do you hate it? Don't worry, I'll make it so much 'better' for you! Would you like to be like your 'son'? Would you love the pain he felt when I twisted his mind? His body?"

Crazen is unresponsive, his screeching having stopped. His vision swims again but doesn't become dark. He can't sink into unconsciousness. He wishes he could. Garaxion murmurs an incantation and Crazen only remembers hearing himself screech so loud that his throat made a horrid popping sound, more blood gushing from his mouth, before he again sank into the blessed darkness.