I'll Peel Off The Rest of Your Armor

[Lira Dajenn]

Nemene sat on a small arm chair in a stark white room. The floor was made of blank limestone, the walls were painted completely white, and the lights on the ceiling gave off a perfectly clear light that seemed to illuminate everything almost too perfectly. The Queen of Rattatak sat dressed in a black gown inlaid with red twirls around the shoulder, she sat staring at her prize smiling, and waiting.

Opposite her hung a woman, tall and strongly built. A pair of force cuffs hung around her wrists and held her to the ceiling above, a pair of matching cuffs around her leg, pulling her towards the floor to ensure she was pinned in place.

Around the two of them built into the walls of the room was an energy cage. A thing designed to prevent the use of the force within it, something that Nemene had payed quite a pretty penny for.

She sat comfortably in her chair, and waited for her prey to awake, so that she could begin her games. It had been obvious to her that this one had known her father, that she had somehow met him before and because of that had sought revenge on Nemene. After all the sins of the father, are those of the...well daughter in this case.

Nemene smiled at the thought of Moridin, and at the revenge she was about to get.

“Wake up my pretty.” Nemene said as she reached out to the woman with the force, a subtle nudge to awaken the girl. “Were about to have so much fun.”

Her sultry voice nearly carried a tune.
[member="Mia Monroe"]

 

[Lina Ovmar]

Slowly, Mia drifted from the black of her mind, goosebumps rising all over her at the mental touch from the sith. The first thing she noticed was the ache in her arms, the numbness in her fingers from being held above her head. The ache ran into her shoulder. She tried to move, and found herself stuck fast. Panic rose then, snapping her eyes open to the harsh bright light, she turned her head into her arm a curse slipping form her lips as her eyes adjusted. Dark eyes lifted to the ceiling, to the force cuffs about her wrists and the bright lights above.

"You've got to be fething kidding me." She lowered her vision to settle on Nemene, and then dropped her eyes to the floor. Memories flickered through her mind of a time where she was kept in the dark, where her tormenter had played with her head. The memory of Daxton's touch brought a wave of nausea over her. She swallowed against it and forced her fear back inside the box from which it had leapt. She lifted her head again and met Nemene's eye with her jaw set with determination. She was not going to snap again, she could not break again. To do so would send her into an abyss of darkness from which only death could save her.

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[Lira Dajenn]

Nemene leaned to the side of her chair, cradling her face in her palm and rapping her nails against her cheek. She smiled at the woman, and shook her head slightly.

“I'm afraid not, pet.” That sultry voice carried through the room once again, sliding towards Mia like a song. Slowly she rose from the comfortable chair, rising and stepping over towards her victim with an elegant liquid motion. Her dress made it seem that she did not walk at all, but instead she glided. Moving over to Mia without a pause.

She stopped right in front of her, Orange eyes gazing into Mia's own. “This is not a joke. Though it is a game.”

The Queen of Rattatak reached to the right of her and from a small white cloth covered table picked up a scalpel, the blade jetplack. She placed the blade softly against Mia's underarm. The blade sliced through the fabric without so much as a push, and Nemene cut through the tank top in one fluid motion. She repeated the act on the other side, and then peeled away the piece of cloth covering her victim.

Nemene took a minute to admire Mia's form, running a single nail from her clavicle down to her naval.

Then she placed the scalpel at the top of Mia's trousers, repeating as she had done before and slicing away the clothing in one liquid motion until the Mandalorian was bare naked before her.
[member="Mia Monroe"]

 

[Lina Ovmar]

Mia counted slowly to ten in her head, forcing that rising panic back down as she held the woman's gaze, refusing to show anything other than defiance as she stripped her of what dignity she had remaining. She'd faced worse circumstances and survived, she could get through whatever game this wench wanted to play. She hated them all, she hated the sith and their games, nothing was ever straight foward nor simple. they had to make something elaborate out of it. Torment for their own pleasure rather than to gain something from it.

She leant forward as far as her bonds would allow her too. "Burn in hell." she growled.

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[Lira Dajenn]

Nemene smiled at Mia, and leaned forward herself. “That's rather rude, pet.”

She planted a small kiss on the womans lips, digging the scalpel into her side as she did so. Blood immediately dripped from the shallow cut. As their lips met Nemene held the blade in place, then as the Queen pulled back she sliced the scalpel downward, stripping away a thin layer of flesh and cutting down the length of Mia's ribs, blood flowing freely from the shallow wound.

“I'll have to teach you manners.” She placed the bloody scalpel onto the empty table to her left, picking up a much slimmer knife from the table to the right. She placed the blade's tip into the shallow cut down Mia's ribs, slipping the cold obsidian between flesh and muscle.

Then she sliced, beginning to peel flesh away and flaying a patch of the girls skin, moving at a snails pace.

 

[Lina Ovmar]

Mia tried to pull away from the kiss, a gasp escaping her as the scalpel slid into her flesh. She clamped her teeth together and shut her eyes. It was only pain. Pain was in her head, she just had to shut it out. She opened her eyes again, "You would not believe how many people have tried and failed to teach me manners."

She gritted her teeth once more, as the wench set to work separating skin from flesh. Mia bit her tongue till she could taste blood in her mouth, refusing to give her the satisfaction of a scream. She spat the blood at Nemene's face, her side searing with pain. She was careful not to look down at the womans work, out of sight was easier to put out of mind.

[member="Nemene Talith"]

 

[Lira Dajenn]

Nemene had to hide rage, concealing it expertly as bloody spittle ran down her face. A hand reached up, and wiped away the saliva, tossing it onto the floor and into the gutter along with the steadily flowing blood that dripped From Mia's body.

“Well.” Her voice was surprisingly calm. “They didn't have my particular charms.”

She sliced downward with the blade, separating the skin at an angle and peeling flesh away completely this time. A patch of skin eight inches by eight removed itself from Mia's ribs, revealing muscle and blood vessels. Nemene placed the patch on the left table, carefully placing it out in a square shape and the knife alongside before returning to Mia. Her smile widened as she stepped up to the girl.

“Now Pet, pay attention to what I do next.” With two fingersNemene reached into the patch of revealed muscle, grasping onto a piece of sinew with tweezer like nails, pinching the piece of flesh from her ribs and pulling it from Mia's side.

She tore the sinew away from the Mandalorian, ripping it out and separating muscle from bone.

 

[Lina Ovmar]

There was something surreal about seeing her skin so delicately placed upon the table like it was a piece of fabric, after being ripped from her side. She ran a bloody tongue across her lips, hard eyes moving back to the sith queen before her, drinking in every detail. Orange eyes, porcelain skin, that wide, almost mocking smile. She could imagine a hundred ways to wipe the smile of the woman's face, another hundred on how to shatter that perfect complexion.

She felt the delicate grasp of her nails on her muscles, nerves already burning with pain, it spiked at her every touch. Mia could not stop the scream this time as sinew was ripped away from her. She clenched her jaw, breathing heavily, eyes rolling up to the ceiling, like she was looking for something to distract her form the pain. There was nothing, so she settled on fury instead, head snapping back down, her dark eyes meeting the sunset glow of Nemene's "Kark you!" she yelled.

 

[Lira Dajenn]

“Tsk Tsk Tsk.” Nemene said placing the length of Sinew next to the patch of skin before returning her gaze back to Mia “Watch your language Pet, you wouldn't want to upset me.”

She said the words as her nails once again dug in between muscle. Again Nemene ripped a length of sinew from Mia's ribs, then again, and then again. She removed the sinew from between Mia's muscle and ribs four times, leaving a wide space between her ribs and muscle structure. When the space was wide enough to fit a finger in she smiled slightly, taking a step back and placing the final string of flesh next to its twins.

Slowly she stepped over to the table with the implements, perusing the white cloth covered table for only a moment before she picked up a small piece of fabric. On one side of the fabric was a row of metallic spikes, jutting out only slightly, no mother to touch unless one really forced themselves against it.

“Now pet, Hold still. I wouldn't want this to hurt more than it had to.” Nemense spoke as she placed the beginnings of the fabric square at the edge of the missing patch of skin, then slowly she pressed it underneath Mia's skin with a nail, spikes jutting up into muscle, stabbing and tearing away at flesh.

She pushed the titanium fabric in between Mia's ribs and muscle, pressing it into place with a naked palm to muscle in order to ensure it was in place.

 

[Lina Ovmar]

With each length on sinew, came another scream. Mia struggled against her bonds but to no avail. Beads of sweat had formed on her forehead and hot unbidden tears carved tracks down her cheeks and she clenched her mouth shut after the last one, breathing heavily from her nose. "I will--" pain shot through her once more as Nemene forced the fabric between flesh and bone. Each breath she took brought another wave of pain and the muscles moved ripping across a hundred spikes. She leaned her head against her arm and closed her eyes.

Pain was just of the flesh, she could be above the flesh. She could fold away from her body and into the deep recess of her mind, there though, she would only find a different kind of pain. A groan escaped her and she opened her eyes again, hot tears banished from her eyes. "I will kill you." she hissed. "By Manda, I swear you will see the depths of hell long before me."

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[Lira Dajenn]

Nemene did not speak for a time, she simply wandered over to bloody table, the one holding pieces of Mia's flesh. She picked up the patch of skin, pinching It between her index fingers and thumbs and lifting it up to the light. She inspected the nearly transparent piece of flesh, then smiled, slowly wandering over to the woman.

“Are you sure you would be able to?.” She said as she gently placed the patch of skin over the exposed muscle with both of her hands. She held it in place, blood causing it to stick to the exposed muscle. She smiled, and looked Mia in the eyes. “You saw for yourself when you sliced me, it healed right up.”

Suddenly a purple glow surrounded Nemene's hands and Mia would feel a certain relief on her side for a moment as cells were forced to regenerate. Skin reconnected itself, muscle bonded once again, and bone regrew sinew. It would feel like the greatest relief of pressure in the world...that was of course until the new flesh touched the fabric.

The new skin, nerves and sinew would cause the fabric to dig into her flesh, biting and cutting at her every time she moved, breathed, or spoke. Hundreds of spikes would bite away at the inside of her muscle at all times, a constant source of pain.

“Besides. By the end of this. I don't think you'll want to.” Slowly Nemene reached over to the table of clean instruments, grabbing a fresh scalpel.

 

[Lina Ovmar]

"You can't heal if your head is no longer attached to your shoulders." she replied through gritted teeth. Mia held her breath as she caught the purple glow in the edges of her vision. The pain ebbed away and Mia frowned. Why heal her? What was the point in it?

Then she let go of her breath and the fabric within her began its own torment, ripping and tearing at her new flesh. A strangled cry escaped her and she went rigid, trying not to move, but with every breath, came a fresh wave of pain. There was no way to stop it, no aount of healing would take it away. She was stuck with it. That was the point, to inflict permanent pain to leave memories so etched into her body that Mia would never be able to escape them. She glared at Nemene, her hatred rising.

"I wouldn't bet on my becoming a masochist and finding anything but hate in this for you."

There was a way she could deal with this, a way she could handle the pain, but it relied entirely on the force, something she was unable to touch now. Eyes settled on the fresh scalpel in the wench's hands.

[member="Nemene Talith"]

 

[Lira Dajenn]

Nemene let out a laugh, a giggle of delight.

“No. no, I already have one of those, and she adores me.” Nemene said the words with a smile, flipping the scalpel between her fingers and stepping directly up to Mia and grabbing her chin. She held the girls head up, holding her face and drawing the scalpel close to her eyes. A smile crossed her face again as the blade neared the girls eyelids.

“No, my Pet.” Nemene began again as she pressed the scalpel forward towards Mia's eye. Not slicing the eye itself, but cutting away the eyelid of her right eye with slow methodical motions until the skin quite literally fell from Mia's face to reveal an unblinking eye. “You will hate me. You will come to despise me more than you have ever hated anything in your entire life. You'll want to kill me, maim me, destroy my very being and wipe my very existence from this galaxy.”

Holding Mia's face firmly in place she moved the scalpel to the other eye.

“And through this hatred you'll survive. You'll grow stronger, you'll survive this. And then one day, your eyes will open, and you shall see the real you.” The word eye was punctuated with the tearing of Mia's second eyelid, the flap of skin falling to the floor at the Mandalorians feet.

Nemene took a step back, and inspected her handy work. Blood now flowed from Mia's face, though only in small drips.

She purred slightly, then spoke again. “And on that day, you'll worship me.”

 

[Lina Ovmar]

Slender fingers held her fast, her heart raced now, as she could only watch as the scalpel inched closed to her eye. She shut her eyes, forced herself into a better place in her head, but the womans words cut through whatever she could fathom in her mind, just as her scalpel cut through her sanctuary of darkness. Mia moaned as the first eye lid fell away, revealinga whol perspective of vision she'd never seen before. Red droplets of blood blurred her vision as Nemene got to work on the other one.

Mia had nothing but fury in her. She wanted to break free of the bonds that held her fast and jam the damn scalpel in Nemene's eye. She had been trapped in the darkness before, but now she was forced to live in the light. There was a fatality to this though. Without eyelids, Mia could not blink, her eyes would dry out, and they were more susceptible to damage. They were exposed to the harshness of atmosphere, of dust and debris that eyelids would otherwise defend against.

Have you ever forced you eyes open and held them open, fighting the blink? Soon the begin to sting and your reflexes overcome you ability to continue the experiment. Mia could not blick, she could do nothing to stop the sting of the air and the pain from the blood the blurred her vision. "Never." she said finally rasped "I will never worship you. Not now, not in the future. Not ever."

[member="Nemene Talith"]

 

[Lira Dajenn]

Nemene smiled, though it was more of a smirk truth be told.

She placed the dirty scalpel onto the table where Mia's sinew remained and her blood soaked tools still sat. Stepping back to Mia Nemene pressed herself against the woman, placing her right hand onto the womans ribs, right above where the fabric mat of Spikes could be found. She pressed her hand against it as she pushed against Mia's naked and bloody body, pushing the spikes into nerves and flesh.

“Don't be so sure Pet.” Nemene whispered to Mia, their lips nearly touching and their eyes meeting perfectly, Mia had no choice in that matter. “I can be quite convincing when I want to be.”

She pressed her hand into Mia's side, pushing the spikes against her and hopefully making her gasp for breath. Blood streamed down the girls face like tears, and Nemene couldn't help but smile.

 

[Lina Ovmar]

Mia was sickened by how close Nemene was, her disgust rolled off her in waves. She clenched her jaw refusing to make a sound as the spikes ripped at her insides. Pain shot through her side like nothing else she'd known. Unbearable, just like the heat of Nemene's breath on her lips. Then she pushed again, and Mia let out a gurgle of pain and reacted on animal instinct.

When you corner a beast and taunt it like this you leave it no other option than to lash out, and the only thing Mia had to use was her teeth. She lunged forward, seizing the lower lip of that smile between her teeth, clenching down even beyond after tasting blood. Then when she could bare the taste no more she let go, and once again spat a mouthful of blood at her face. It was her turn to smile, a laugh scraping her swiftly followed by a gasp of pain. "Oh you stupid, hubris filled wench. You cannot break me."

 

[Lira Dajenn]

Nemene didn't react for the longest time. There was no scream of pain from her, no twitching of her face, nothing.

She felt no pain, due to her bond with Evelynn that had all eroded away. Inside the cage however she could not heal herself however and her marred face stared back at Mia for a moment. Blinking slightly, Nemene turned on her heel, walking around the corner of a wall and disappearing momentarily. A minute passed, then two, then three.

Finally Nemene returned, her face completely back to normal, as if she was a doll that had just had her head replaced. She said nothing as she passed Mia, no taunts, no accusations, nothing. Nemene had passed her zone of rage, she was a seething bubbling cauldron now.

She stepped up behind Mia, grabbing onto a small scalpel from the left table before positioning herself directly at the Mandalorians spine.

The blade stuck into the very base of Mia's neck, and slowly she dragged it down her spine. Skin cut away easily, muscle parted, and sinew separated from the spinal cord with ease as the blade sliced above the spine.

As the blade reached the base of Mia's spine Nemene retracted it, placing the wet knife onto another table besides her and sticking her fingers into the deep gash.

Then with slow methodical tugs she pulled apart Mia's skin and muscle, revealing the bare white bonen and nerves that was Mia's spinal cord.

 

[Lina Ovmar]

Moans of pain, rapidly became screams as Nemene set to work on her spine. She could not close her eyes, she could not find a spot in her mind to retreat too, so she found a spot on the white wall and she let it burn into her eyes, blinding white would be her refuge. She thought of Rel, of their sanctuary in an asteroid, where stygium crystals bathed them in purple light and a lack of gravity granted them a freedom she'd never known. She thought of his healing hands, his bright eyes and that smile he gave her and she clutched onto it.

As the last peice of muscle was tuggeed aside, Mia shuddered as pain pulled her into the blissful fathoms of unconsciousness, uttering a single whispered word as she gave in to it.

"Galeth."

[member="Nemene Talith"]

 

[Lira Dajenn]

Now that was interesting.

Nemene of course felt the minute that Mia fell into unconsciousness, truth be told she had expected it the minute she began to reveal her spine. Such a thing was not a pleasant occurrence, and the pain from it was immense. Steph Zenima had been able to survive it due to her copious drug use, but Mia...Mia was sober as a bird.

With the rebellious little pet now unconsciousness Nemene worked faster than before, pulling a box of large needles from a belt pouch. Slowly she began to pluck the needles from the box, inserting them between vertebra and directly into nerve clusters along Mia's spine. The needles went in smoothly, and in fact would barely cause any pain on their own, though of course Nemene wouldn't leave them alone for long.

A row of two dozen needles was placed all along Mia's spine, held perfectly in place. As soon as she was satisfied with her work Nemene began to pull the Mandalorians skin back together, enclosing it around the metal spikes and sealing the wound completely, fastening the needles in place.

A smile tugged at her lips, and quickly once the skin was healed Nemene attached a sliver of wire to each of the needles, all leading back to a single small machine on the floor behind Mia.

With almost giddy steps Nemene returned to face the Mandalorian, picking up a small remote from the side table and standing in front of her. She smiled, and then pressed the small switch for half a second. A shock would be delivered to Mia's system, branching from her spine to her entire nervous system, excruciatingly painful in nature, and enough to bring her back into consciousness.

“Wake up my pet, I’m far from done.” The words were followed by a cackle.
[member="Mia Monroe"]

 

[Lina Ovmar]

Fire spread through her body, spreading up to her head. A thousand needles in her mind forcing her from the sweet relief of unconsciousness with a scream. She rested her head on her arm breathing heavily. Each breath painful, tingling from head to toe. She turned her eyes back on Nemene.

"Don't you have something better to do?" She groaned at her.

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