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Atop a great spire, Kylae looked out over the great city of Har Ganeth. In the distance she could see the dark waters of the Sea of Malice expand out beyond her. Here and there she could see the sails of corsair ships gliding their way leaving delicate trails in their wake. From up here all was beautifull, peacefull, quiet.
That was untill the scream of anguish broke her consentration. Looking back over her shoulder the high elf captive still hung from the spike she had impaled him on through his shoulder. She looked down to the tools of her trade, slick with his blood. With a sigh she walked back into her tourture chamber.
The elf glared up at her. He still had some spirit left. She would soon see to that. As she stood before him he spat at her, "Bitch! I will tell you nothing!" She stood as his blood flecked spittle ran down her cheek. With one delicate finger she wiped it and tasted it as one would to tease a lover. Taking the smallest hooked blade she had she pearced his skin just under his manhood and slowly ....ever so slowly began to draw the blade up. He cryed out in agony. Further up still, to his navel. Again he screemed and still, slowly deliberatly she drew the blade up. "PLEASE!" he begged "Please stop, anything just ask." Still she drew the blade higher to more screams and pleads.
The door to the chamber swung open and a slave entered. Her eyes darted between interigator and interigated.
"Mistress if you please, you have been summoned to the champers of truth."
Kylae let out an audible sigh. Just when things were getting interesting. "Well," she thought, "enough playing, time to go to work." She turned from the wimpering elf and replacing the blade back on the tray began to leave the room. "What of the ...." the slave began indicating the still breathing wall decoration. Kylae glared. "I shall keep him alive till you return mistress," the slave dutyfully responded.
With that Kylae left for the Chambers.
When she arrived she noted several others there that seemed out of place. Red Corsair's, Captains and servants by the look of them. Chianna the head torturer was deep in conversation untill she noticed Kylae's approach. "Excellant she is here. Captain Ra'then, this is Kylae one of our most promising extractors. I'm sure she will serve you well."
The Captain turned and looked at her. "I have heard good things about you. Are you up to the task?"
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