Bloodletting is Coming Back

[Lira Dajenn]

In the center of a bright white room lay stood an upright metallic table, thick grooves carved into it and a massive drain standing directly beneath it. Large thick lights illuminated the room in a searing white, shining down on the woman strapped to the table and the Queen standing directly opposite her.

Nemene did not blink, she did not move, and she did not say a thing. She stared at the creature in front of her, orange eyes fixed on the womans already scarred and half broken body. There was a slight twinge of delight in those eyes, a dangerous almost sickening look that spoke volumes at what was about to happen. The Queen of Rattatak would enjoy this, probably far too much for her own good.

Unlike other times there was no sign of Evelynn, the other Queen of the Gladiator world. Nemene had denied her the pleasure of seeing this, of being present for this.

This woman now strapped to the table had payed Nemene personal insult. She had spit on her...and in her multiple times, and the disgust from those moments and the embarrassment of having to admit they actually happened still clung tightly to the Sith Ladies flesh. Nemene stared, her teeth setting and grinding slightly as rage began to sear through her. As the rage grew she felt a twinge of calm through the bond, like a guitar string being plucked in her head.

Instantly the rage was quelled, dashed out like a fire thrown into a pond. The Bond between her and Evelynn had done a great many things for Nemene, chief of which was helping control her angry.

“Wake up, Mongrel.” Her words were filled with Disdain, and as she spoke Nemene drew a small scalpel from the soft cotton covered metallic table next to Steph.

 

[Steph Zenima]

For your average person, this situation was one of horror.

For Steph Zenima, it was simply Primeday.

No stranger to the operating table the spice addict had been open and shut, sliced and diced and once quite possibly probed. She was a medical marvel and the galaxy seemed far too eager to try and examine her, cure her, fix her. Oh, rehabilitation? Good bloody luck.

Steph stirred, but only slightly. One bloodshot eye peered out, instantly shutting upon being greeted by the harsh lighting of the room. No, no, I don't want to go to school, mum, let me stay in bed.

Various narcotics still swam through her system as she tried to recall what had led to this moment. How did she get in today's predicament? Her sieve-like memory spared no key details. Had she been fighting? Likely. Had she been high? Even more likely.

“Aaaah....naaaaah,” Zenima slurred in response, keeping her eyes firmly shut, clearly attempting to go back to sleep despite the unfortunate circumstance she was in. I mean, she had long forgotten that ultra-violent encounter that she had exchanged with one Nemene Talith. It wasn't an incredibly special day. Another fight, another few teeth for the rats to collect a bit later. Yolo.

“Gie meh...like...five minutes....ken?"

@[member="Nemene Talith"]

 

[Lira Dajenn]

Nemene looked at the woman, her face slightly contorting in anger for a flash of a second as the woman spoke in that strange gibberish. She didn't taunt or make fun, not yet, she doubted that this little troll would understand such things. Instead she simply took a step forward, taking the scalpel further in hand and pressing her index finger down on the back of the blade.

She set the razor thing edge on Steph's left wrist, and then without hesitation sliced down three inches, deep into the womans flesh.

Her face remained made of stone as she repeated the act on the womans other wrist. Blood began to flow almost immediately, red falling from Steph's wrists in a matter of seconds after the Scalpel left its mark. Then Nemene moved her hand down, settling the bloody blade on the womans inner thick. She sliced apart the skin here again, letting blood fall.

With these wounds Steph would bleed out in minutes, and with Nemene's stony expression many would have thought this was her purpose.

 

[Steph Zenima]

Zenima really was incredibly content to go back to sleep right there and then, but evidently there was no room on the schedule to accommodate this. Tragic. One should always take the time out to get a proper night's sleep.

The bite of the scalpel roused her, deadened nerves attempting to cry out but falling on rather deaf ears. This time the eyes flickered open properly. A few moments were needed to properly adjust to the light. The blood was already well and truly flowing by the time she had become properly adjusted to her surroundings.

Funny, how even Stephanie's blood smelled putrid.

Just a dab more awareness. Already beginning to feel woozy now. She glanced down, the deep crimson flowing freely, far too freely.

“...eh..?”

That really was a lot of blood. Zenima stared, more perplexed at the situation rather than worried. Her stupidity saved her from that onslaught of panic.

She tugged against the restraints, her arms already beginning to go numb. Oh hello, Steph. Has anything clicked yet? No. Not quite. Just a blanket of light-headedness for supper. You're dying. No? Okay.

Her jaw felt unhinged as she spoke again.

“...can ah...heeelp...yeh?”

@[member="Nemene Talith"]

 

[Lira Dajenn]

Again Nemene didn't bother replying to the brain dead woman, there was no point. She watched for a few minutes as blood poured from the deep cuts she had made. Pints and pints flowed from her. Quickly the woman would become light headed, she would loose feeling in most of her extremities, but most importantly, her system would begin to be vacated of whatever drugs she had taken within the last few weeks.

This was Nemenes true goal of course, not the womans death, but making her lucid.

She allowed the blood to drain for some time, until finally she thought it enough. This time she smiled slightly as she took a step forward, her shoe splashing in a small puddle of blood. She ignored the filth and instead reached out with a single index finger. Power back to gather around it, and slowly through the blood Nemene touched bare flesh.

She began to sear the wounds shut, not with healing, put powerful strong, super heated flashes of force lightning. She cauterized the wounds, sealing them with burned flesh. She did this to each of the cuts, running her finger down Steph's wrists and up her thigh, dragging her nail and peeling off newly singed flesh each time.

Then as quickly as she had begun she whirled around, Raven black hair fluttering slightly as she stepped up to a nearby table. Upon it were dozens of bags of blood, donated from some poor slave now dead in the hall. She grabbed one of these and hooked up a small tube with a needle. Working quickly she turned back around and stabbed the needle into Steph's inner elbow, letting the new clean blood flow into the woman.

 

[Steph Zenima]

Spectacular, just how much blood the human body produced.

Even more spectacular that Steph Zenima hadn't fully realised that she needed such a substance to live. In fact, given the spell of dizziness that was cast upon her the incredibly stupid woman thought that this, this bleeding was actually a method of getting high in its own right.

Her face twitched.

This woman had ignored her thus far and nobody in the galaxy liked being ignored, not even the mentally retarded.

The troll's jaw unhinged slightly as the other woman went about sealing what would have been lethal wounds. Consciousness was fleeting, however this did not affect how offended she was.

“Di....dinnae...bloody...”

What the heck was she doing? Blood transfusions were beyond her. To this woman this was a good as witch craft. So unaware.

“..IGNORE MEH..."

@[member="Nemene Talith"]

 

[Lira Dajenn]

Nemene stood and stared for a time, every few minutes she would replace an empty bag of blood with a new one. In truth she was rushing this, a procedure like this would normally take hours, and by rights days to recover from. The Queen of Rattatak however was impatient, and she would not waste time just to this girl was feeling well enough before she began to take her apart.

After a solid half an hour of filling Steph Zenima with brand spanking new blood Nemene seemed to finally be satisfied. The entire time of course Nemene had said absolutely nothing to the woman, she had remained calm and completely under control. She knew that at this points words meant nothing to the creature, but finally when the time came a smile broke her marble face.

She tore the needle from Steph's arm in one swift motion, placing it on an empty cotton covered table to her right.

Nemene smiled, an actual smile and then turned to the table on the left, picking up a small syringe filled with a blue liquid. The liquid was a drug, a mild stimulant that increased brain activity and temporarily heightened senses and mental acumen. The drug had been used by scientists in order to give them an extra edge in their studies, here it would be used to make Steph Zenima...normal.

Slowly with a methodical push Nemene put the needle into the troll's neck, pressing the plunger and pushing the blue cocktail into the womans bloodstream.

Then and only then did she speak, her voice ice. “Do you remember me?”

 

[Steph Zenima]

Rude.

There was no conversation exchanged as bag after bag of fresh, clean blood was given to the woman. Of course she didn't realise it, but as the light-headedness began to fade so with it came a peculiar sense of clarity, no, sobriety.

Nemene Talith had thought this one out.

Once the transfusion was over, it was onto the next phase of her nefarious scheme. Of course, Zenima's eyes lit up as soon as she saw the syringe. Whether the liquid was blue, green, red or rainbow, Stephanie would never object to getting stuck by mystery needles, it usually meant that there was a high at the end of that road. Uppers, downers, side-to-siders. She'd take 'em all.

If only she knew.

Words finally left the Ice Queen's parted lips.

“...div I...?”

No. As the drugs circulated her system, Zenima blinked a few times. Thought was occurring. Like an ancient computer being booted up for the first time in years there was clunking and grinding. Did she remember her? Maybe. Something about spit. Yeah, definitely spit. Every fight was a file locked and encoded. Oh god, what was wrong with her head? Her jaw stiffened, and the moment occurred as yes, Steph Zenima remembered who this woman was.

“...aw...mate, c'mon...”

Suddenly and rather horribly aware of what was now actually occurring Stephanie did what logic called for in this situation. She thrashed. She fought. She struggled against her restraints.

 

[Lira Dajenn]

As soon as Steph began to thrash about Nemene's face broke out into a beaming smile. The girl knew, she knew what was about to happen. A certain sick pleasure rolled over Nemene as the fear from the girl entered senses. Her smile faded slightly as Steph struggled against the bonds.

Calmly Nemene placed the needle on the empty table along with the tube from earlier, then she sent a quick viper like strike directly into Steph's sternum. She struck the woman there, making her go limp in an instant and stop struggling against the bonds. The Queen smiled slightly, a purr releasing from her lips as she took pleasure from the single strike. From the table to her left Nemene picked up two small wires, at the end of each was a needle.

“I've been looking forward to this.” Slowly she stabbed her index finger into the base of Steph's throat, cutting off her breath and then drawing her nail on the under side of her neck until it stopped on the underside of Steph's Chin. She pressed her nail upwards, drawing the tiniest amount of blood and forcing the trolls chin upwards. With slow methodical movements Nemene stabbed the two needles directly into Steph's jugular.

Neither of the two needles drew blood and slowly Nemene withdrew her hand. “This time. You will feel every iota of pain.”

As she spoke Nemene moved away from Steph, pressing a small almost unnoticeable switch on the table to her left. Powerful currents of electricity began to run through Steph as the switch was pushed.

 

[Steph Zenima]

Well this is peachy.

As a concept Steph fear had always been a foreign one for her. Her brainpower woefully under levelled to the point that it had been barred off for her. One of many emotions that for so long had been locked and blocked off. Of course, not knowing fear wasn't the worst thing in life but it kept her, it kept her from being human.

Temporally disabled by the blow Steph's head jittered from side-to-side. In one breath she didn't understand and the next she understood perfectly, and that bloody terrified her.

“Ah....AH...”

More violent memories of their encounter flashed in and out without warning. She had bitten off more than she could chew and had attacked a rather powerful presence, a far cry from the usual hobo boxing that she usually partook in. The savage beating that Nemene had granted Steph would have been enough to sate most people, but evidently Nemene was not like most people.

She gasped as the needles slowly pierced her flesh, had she been high then the woman would have been able to pay those little stings no noticed but away from her usually self even those slight jabs felt amplified.

“Mate...please...ah didnae mean...fir...”

Too late.

We're gonna rock down to electric avenue. The small body of Zenima convulsed violently as her body fell into the rhythmic spasms of electrocution. The woman unleashed a terrible scream as pain became her very core, muscles contracting at the will of electricity and not her own. In that moment her bladder released, sending an embarrassing torrent of dark yellow liquid down those track-marked legs. Thankfully she was spared from being embarrassed because, well, pain.

@[member="Nemene Talith"]

 

[Lira Dajenn]

A slight shudder of complete pleasure overcame Nemene as Steph's screams reached her ears. The womans pain put her into a state of ecstasy and her smile broadened, finally touching her eyes as the creature lost control. The Queen of Rattatak didn't even mention it, didn't even acknowledge it but as soon as it happened she shut off the electric current running through the girls body. The Regal woman smile turned cruel, a twinkle of sadism flowing through her as she stepped around behind Steph.

A sound of unlatching could be heard and the metal table fell away from Steph and folded into the floor, leaving her tied to only a metal bar at the top of where the table had been and another bar at the bottom.

Cold metal could be felt on Steph's back as a scalpel grazed her skin, barely cutting it open as cloth was stripped away from her.

Within seconds Steph's soiled and ruined clothes lay on a pile around the floor and Nemene returned to standing in front of the already broken woman. The sadistic smile was still on her face as she placed the second bloody scalpel on the white cotton table. She moved close to the woman, silk touching bare skin as Nemene drew herself up to almost kiss her victim.

“There there. It will all be okay.” Her tone was mocking, and slowly she drew herself away. As she did so she ran a finger down Steph's body. From her neck to her pelvis Nemene drew a line, her nail carving into flesh and stripping away molecules with Force Destruction.

 

[Steph Zenima]

The woman hung there whimpering to herself as the onslaught of electrocution ended after what seemed to be an eternity. She twitched and smouldered even after the torment had ended. Although you have to say, how nice is that Nemene lady, not making mention of her little accident. What a saint, let's give her a knighthood, maybe a meda-

“Please! I...I...CANNAE...”

Let's take a moment to savour this. Steph Zenima may have been ready to say anything to get out of this situation but still, even under the duress of horrific torture it was still a sight to absorb and savour when Zenima said please. She was hardly known throughout the galaxy for her manners.

The woman tried to turn her head around to catch a glimpse of what the woman was doing behind her.

Not that she was body conscious. That was one worry off at least. Like a road map of horror the harsh lights of the room revealed every scar and sore that the woman possessed. Yellowing skin layered with old wound upon old wound wrapped around emaciated form, bones jutting out with no concept of the feminine form. The standard body type of the addict from Nar Shaddaa.

“N-no...no, dinnae...just...” she mumbled in terror, shaking her head at the woman who drew far too close to her.

Then pain, pain beyond belief. A new breed of agony as this woman ran her digit down her body. Increased brain power or not, this was a technique she could not understand. The Force and its power eluded her. She was ordinary in that respect at least. Again, a banshee's wail as her face contorted to mirror the pain that she was receiving.

“S-STOP!! STOP! PLEASE!! AHM SSSSORRY!"

 

[Lira Dajenn]

Nemene was in pure ecstasy as the woman screamed, her smile became Cheshire in nature and she couldn't help but show her glee. There was but one problem. The womans annoying incessant need to speak. The Screams were enjoyable, the wailing yelling cries of pain and agony, but the words. They were oh so...dreadful. Nemene's face scrunched slightly, and with a quick grasp of her hand she picked up another scalpel from the table to her left.

With a viper like movement the Sith Lady grabbed Steph's face, digging her nails into the womans cheek and holding her mouth open. Then before she could even react Nemene reached over with her right hand and sliced into girls tongue, severing it on one quick motion and pulling it out with her index finger and thumb.

She discarded the lump of flesh without a second tought then neatly placed the third bloody scalpel onto the table to her right.

This was truly getting fun.

 

[Steph Zenima]

Oh, I'm sorry, is the dialogue displeasing? Is it upsetting your delicate sensitivities, my dear? Aw. Poor baby. I couldn't possibly imagine being so displeased. You know? Would you like to sit down and talk about it? Maybe have a cup of tea and a hot water bottle to cuddle up to? Aw. There there. I'm here for you.

OH WAIT. WHO IS GETTING TORTURED HERE?!

Finally the woman might have had the brainpower to conjure a coherent sentence and yet that ability was about to be so cruelly snatched away. Oh well, Steph, you never had much to say anyway.

An amazing amount of blood began to fill the woman's maw, trickling out of her mouth and dribbling down her chin in rather large quantities. Howls left those blood-soaked lips, animalistic in nature as the addict's eyes rolled backwards into her skull.

Steph coughed and spluttered, crimson still spilling violently from her mouth and down the back of her throat.

 

[Lira Dajenn]

Nemene watched for a time as blood spilled from the girls mouth, satisfaction rang through her as if she could not have been more pleased with herself. Blood dripped onto the floor again and with the sound of every drop Nemene seemed to shutter with a twinge of pleasure. She smiled and began to float behind the woman again. Silk once again met skin as she pressed herself against the womans back, her mouth nearly touching her ear.

“Hold still my dear, I wouldn't want this to hurt more than it had to.” Whispers flowed from her lips as she retreated again blood staining her precious silks.

For once she did not seem to care about the mess, she was taking far too much pleasure from other events.

The Sith Lady let out a purr as she placed her nails on the base of Steph's neck, her nails digging into the shallow cut. She pressed them in deeper and deeper, the force flowing around her palm and once again stripping away flesh. She pulled down her nails, slicing away at skin and muscle and pulling apart the shallow cut on Steph's back.

She seared blood vessels and nerves as she stripped the skin from Steph Zenima's spine, revealing a knot of bone, vertebrae, and nerves.

 

[Steph Zenima]

I feel like you're lying. I feel like you do want this to hurt more than it has to. You can be honest, she won't tell, well, she can't tell so you know. Open up. Tell me the truth, don't you want to talk about it. Why, Nemene? What makes you tick, come on, take a seat.

Zenima's head hung forward as the red krovy spilled from her mouth at a rate that was almost alarming. However it was understandable, the tongue was a large muscle in itself. I've looked under mine, and I've seen those thick veins that lay underneath. It's gotta be a bleeder.

She couldn't see what the sadist behind her was doing. Possibly for the best, for a horror film was unfolding back there.

The woman tried to scream for her tormentor to stop but without a tongue and a mouth full of blood this was an impossible task. All that was released was a string of garbled screeches. You have to give it up to her for staying conscious this long, but I have a feeling that if she saw the display at her back she might have promptly fainted.

Or perhaps spewed.

 

[Lira Dajenn]

Nemene let out a deep satisfied smile as she pulled her now slightly bloody hands back from the womans spine. She smirked, knowing what she was about to do. The spinal column was home to thousands of nerves, perhaps even millions. Each sent signals to the rest of the body, and each one served a different function. Nemene knew this better than most, having studied anatomy for most of her life.

Slowly she drew out a small wooden box, ornate and carved with a dozen creatures. She slid the top off the box and revealed two dozen or so tiny metal needles.

From her waist band Nemene pulled a silk glove, slipping it over her bloody hand and not caring if she ruined the small garment. With the gloved hand she plucked one of the needles out from the box, setting the ornate wood down onto a table beside her. Then she leaned forward ever so slightly. As she did so she embraced the force, allowing it to flow through her and enhance her vision.

Almost instantly she saw what she was looking for, and slowly she reached forward with the needle. In font of her was a nerve that lead directly up the spine and directly into the brain, the nerve that would send signals of pain for ones back and upper neck. The Sith Lady simply plucked the metal against the nerve as though it were a guitar string, pricking it only slightly.

But it was enough.

 

[Steph Zenima]

I think at this stage rampant begging would have been ensuing had the woman been capable of speech. That was a surprise. That Nemene had taken the woman's ability to grovel and beg spoke volumes about how the sadist felt towards her. Steph Zenima had wronged this woman, and for the longest time she had gotten away with it.

Well, until now that is.

All she could do at this stage was shake her head, the motions were feeble and tired. If only she knew, if only she could have seen her skin peeled back exposing the bone and complex nervous system within. I mean, Steph was vaguely aware that this woman was doing something abhorrent, but what?

Then came the fire.

While there were no clues left to tell Zenima what Nemene was doing back there the sudden eruption of the purest form of agony made it an irrelevant wonder. Steph couldn't handle this. She had spent life so used to not feeling that this was too much, this was an overload. Her bloodshot eyes steaming tears produced by nothing but unfiltered torment.

Between those agonised howls, Steph summoned the last of her strength and courage to both lift and tilt her head upwards letting the blood flow backwards, down her throat and into her lungs. If Nemene was too caught up in her own pleasures she may have missed the fact that Zenima had began to attempt to drown herself in her own blood.

 

[Lira Dajenn]

She let out the most sickening, pleasure filled, and amused chuckled that had ever touched the air. Pure delight streamed through her as she withdrew the needle from Steph's nerve and saw the girls reaction. The backwards tilted head, the cessation of her struggle, oh it filled Nemene to delight from her fingers to her toes.

For a brief few seconds she allowed the girl to fill her lungs with blood and saliva. Circling her like a cat stalking its prey. She smiled each time Steph's body surged slightly, the edge of death touching her. Then finally Nemene intervened, taking one long step to the girls front and seizing her chin. She pulled the womans face down and then launched a strong strike into the womans sternum, one strong enough to make her cough...and probably puke.

Quickly before excess vomit and blood could fall on her Nemene took a step back, delighted words coming from her own lips.

“Now now my little mouse, Its too soon for you to die.” She grabbed Steph's grease filled hair in her silk gloved hand, wrapping her fingers around brown locks and pulling them tight, ensuring that Steph's head would remain pointed downward towards the ground and away from her, every once in a while she would strike Steph's stomach and sternum again with a hard jab each time she did so she could feel muscles and nerves twitching in the exposed spine of the woman.

She would have to get all that blood out of the creature..poor thing.

 

[Steph Zenima]

For a moment there was a glimmer of hope.

Steph thought that she could escape, even through the means of drowning upon her own blood. This was just a means to end the horrors, had she managed to do it the pint-sized woman would have been delightfully unaware of what she would have denied Nemene. Although killing yourself to take that privilege away from another is a very peculiar way of thinking.

I don't recommend it.

Her eyes pleaded for the sweet embrace of death as her head was force back downwards. Another sternum strike and as predicted the woman burst into a fit of coughing, and then shortly after, vomit. Blood and puke mingled and splashed down upon the drain at her feet. Every cough, every movement sent shooting pain throughout her torso, those involuntary movements wrenching parts of her body that were....a little more than exposed at the moment.

It felt like an eternity, a cycle of being force to dredge up the blood and spittle that she had let drain into her lungs.

“...pe...a...pea......pe...a...”

One could guess what she as trying to say, but with no tongue it was an incredibly difficult task. No, it's not peas.