!qw2cdBTZAc 03/26/11(Sat)19:24 No.14376355|
"Irrelevant; I'm sure the master was not pleased with your actions, and he is a man I would..." In Algers' mouth, the words flow smoothly, but in Paima's they stick to his tongue. "...I would never want insulted."
"I did as I was told." Kresis says. You hear a thump on the ground, like a portion of a body slamming back into it. "You remember, don't you?"
Your mind slips to two days ago. The man you don't recognise at the door. As you go to announce him, a scaled hand, Kresis' hand, pushes in the door. You backpedal, reaching for the switch that will trigger the alarm as the lizardman closes towards you.
"Maim him, but don't kill him. He is Murejed's favorite." The man says, cruelly.
The lizardman's muscles clench, then release as you back into a table, a brilliant pain running through your thigh as you yelp, collapsing. Your hands reaching for the wound automatically, they come back coated with red. You hear the human chuckle as you try to crawl away, your whole body shaking from the shock.
"Make him suffer." The man says. "When I rule here, there will be no room for slaves that consider themselves exceptional."
You turn back, seeing the lizardman with your ankle in his grip. You feel sick, gasping as you realize that the leg is no longer attached to your body. Your dismay is overcome by pain as you feel a horrible pain in your left leg, or what remains of it, as the lizardman prods the open muscle softly with his sword. This continues for several minutes, but you refuse to cry out.
"I have been dealt a cruel hand by fate," The lizardman grunts, and you can hear an almost stone-like sliding across the ground in his room. "Because I did as I was told."