Board Thread:Important Logs/@comment-26068742-20170822035703/@comment-26068742-20170822035946

Alistair wondered just how long had it been since he was saved in that wretched town. The last thing he recalled was that whelp of a brat that he put a curse mark on not working out to his standards. Alas a failed experiment that he would have to improve upon when he got out of here. His stomach was given a new port in which to shove food into by good old Bane, and he was left to rot in that village thanks to the efforts of a bunch of brats that refused to just give up the ghost, and then by serendipity he was given another chance! Another attempt to right the wrongs he had done. And by wrongs he thought of all the mistakes where his efforts could have gotten him what he wanted rather than doing good. But as chance would have it he was being watched after by just the NICEST of people today.

Some woman who wanted information out of someone who specialized in torture was going to be hard pressed to get any sort of information out of the Sado-Masochist hell bent on experimenting on bodies to their very limit. She demanded to know where something was. Of course he had no idea what she meant, but he decided to play coy as if he knew what she referred to, "I'm sorry dear, you're going to really have to be more specific. Where's what? A chunk of my stomach? You should have found that with my body." He sneered and ran his tongue over his teeth, peeling back his lips to let the woman see him perform the act while needles went in through his neck.

1/2 With each one slipping in he just shuddered all over as if he could only illicit some sort of joy out of the light pin pricks. He chortled out a noise that made it sound as if he were enjoying this act. "Hnnn--nnnn-nnnnmm, you do know how to treat your guests nicely." When he was strapped down and a tub of water was brought under his body, Alistair just retorted to the woman, "And you're treating me to a bath? You are the sweetest torture master I have ever met." He was still weak from having his tomach repaired and being saved from the brink of death, but that pain he felt then, the verge of his life slipping away, that was something so much more than what he was feeling now. Of course he hadn't the foggiest idea of what those pins were for and what kind of pain she had in store for him,

but he did physically move out of reflex to jamming of something into his armpits, his body shaking all over as he looked at her with sweat beading on his face, and he was referred to as a dog. He just looked at the woman and gave her a reply, "I thought we WERE talking. I was going to ask you how the weather was doing if I could just get a word in edgewise. Is it sunny today? What about my bath water? Cold? Warm?"