[member="Marakai Al'Orren"] hunt suspended in the middle of a stark white room, black chains reaching from the ceiling and wrapping themselves around her wrists, holding her in place and binding the force away from her. Around her ankles were bound similar chains, digging into her flesh and nearly cutting off blood flow. She did not touch the ground, but was instead nearly pulled apart by the two chains holding her up.
The room around her was almost entirely barren. The walls the were pure white, the ceiling and the floor as well. Bright incandescent lighting droned on softly as it lit up the blinding room. The only objects inside of the chamber were two large tables, each covered with white linen.
Atop the linen sat a collection of blades, hooks, scalpels, and a dozen other things that one might find in a strange surgical room. Besides this the room was entirely bare, nothing and no one within except for Mara and the toys.
Suddenly loud audible clicking could be heard, the sound of heels tapping down onto limestone tile. Over and over it resounded in the hall beyond the room. Click, click, click, it went on and on until a soft hissing noise could be heard. One of the white panels straight ahead of Mara moved to the side, shifting into the wall to reveal a beautiful woman dressed entirely in black and red silks, embroidered with deep gold.
There was a smile on her face as she stepped into the room, her swagger aided by the finery that she wore.
The Queen of Rattatak stepped in front of her prisoner, her oh so special victim. This one marked the fiftieth Jedi that she and [member="Evelynn"] had tortured. This one would get something special, they had it all planned out. The cold evil smirk came across her face as she stepped to the side of Mara, waiting as the clicking noise began once again.
The room around her was almost entirely barren. The walls the were pure white, the ceiling and the floor as well. Bright incandescent lighting droned on softly as it lit up the blinding room. The only objects inside of the chamber were two large tables, each covered with white linen.
Atop the linen sat a collection of blades, hooks, scalpels, and a dozen other things that one might find in a strange surgical room. Besides this the room was entirely bare, nothing and no one within except for Mara and the toys.
Suddenly loud audible clicking could be heard, the sound of heels tapping down onto limestone tile. Over and over it resounded in the hall beyond the room. Click, click, click, it went on and on until a soft hissing noise could be heard. One of the white panels straight ahead of Mara moved to the side, shifting into the wall to reveal a beautiful woman dressed entirely in black and red silks, embroidered with deep gold.
There was a smile on her face as she stepped into the room, her swagger aided by the finery that she wore.
The Queen of Rattatak stepped in front of her prisoner, her oh so special victim. This one marked the fiftieth Jedi that she and [member="Evelynn"] had tortured. This one would get something special, they had it all planned out. The cold evil smirk came across her face as she stepped to the side of Mara, waiting as the clicking noise began once again.