Lord of Girth
I smiled as she continued. Speaking more on bounties and the interigation methods. While others used drugs or pain charisma, I used pain. Pain was always a modivator and most of all, embarisment. When I had hostages and "interigated" them, I would cause their body to look completely different. One of these ways is by taking a dagger and carving into their face, hands, and legs intricate designs. Another that I liked to do was playing a game of Roullete. Using the cylinder of my revolver, and having only one in the six shooter, I would pull the trigger to see them flinch. However, I would not aim at the head, I would aim at the foot, hands, and knees. Places that would hurt then, and later on in life after constant use.
Each was different by how resilant they were. if nothing else worked, I would inject Sith poisin into them that matched my own bloodstream. A concotion of Sith posion that slowly killed you, with Bacta, and Kolto to keep you healing constantly. Meaning you would always feel the pain of being eaten from the inside, only for it to heal up and be eaten on again. It hurt. I would know since it currently ran through my bloodstream.
Many asked how I never looked angry and how I controled the Sith like desires to kill and wound others? The reason? I was always angry, and always wanting to end the life of someone. Even know, as I looked to the Zeltron, I knew exactly how I would like to end her life. However, she was more use to me alive than dead. Someone who could help me. However, if she expired her worth, then I would hunt her down myself, and have my way with her. She spoke, the words flying over my head of using poisons. Meaning I could have more raw matierals for my expierments to use. As well as test out toys for subjects. I smiled as the woman seemed to back up from me as I smiled more and more devlishly. However, she asked about us leaving.
I let my smile fade and shrug my shoulders. "My crew goes where I tell them. They respect me becuase I do my own work, so we can leave whenever I, or you, feel like it. As my second in command essencally, then if I am not there, they are your men. If you wish to talk more in private then we can on the Angel." I heard foot falls behind me and stop. To my side was Rirck, a new man we had hired about two months ago. HIs left eye gouged out by a Nexu, and his left arm taken off by a saber in a fight against the Jedi. He had the skills, and respected me, even if I looked younger than him. Really I was almost fourty years old. "Everything is preped Sir. Awaiting your orders on lift off." I turned to the Zeltron, and he did as well,
"Give it a try." Cueing her to give the man a command. Since he showed some respect for me, and feared me a little, he would respect my decision in this woman to come along. While he was not a man to turn down companionship, surprisingly he was holding himself very well around the Zeltron woman. His eyes trying so hard to focus on her face and not the cleavage that was peeking out of the jacket and dress. Nor her legs and his mental image of her being stripped. To keep his dignity, he turned back to me waiting for a command. All while I looked at the Zeltron. Willing her to get into her role as a leader. She had been the lacky of a Hutt, and here she would learn to control others. Only under my supervision.
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Each was different by how resilant they were. if nothing else worked, I would inject Sith poisin into them that matched my own bloodstream. A concotion of Sith posion that slowly killed you, with Bacta, and Kolto to keep you healing constantly. Meaning you would always feel the pain of being eaten from the inside, only for it to heal up and be eaten on again. It hurt. I would know since it currently ran through my bloodstream.
Many asked how I never looked angry and how I controled the Sith like desires to kill and wound others? The reason? I was always angry, and always wanting to end the life of someone. Even know, as I looked to the Zeltron, I knew exactly how I would like to end her life. However, she was more use to me alive than dead. Someone who could help me. However, if she expired her worth, then I would hunt her down myself, and have my way with her. She spoke, the words flying over my head of using poisons. Meaning I could have more raw matierals for my expierments to use. As well as test out toys for subjects. I smiled as the woman seemed to back up from me as I smiled more and more devlishly. However, she asked about us leaving.
I let my smile fade and shrug my shoulders. "My crew goes where I tell them. They respect me becuase I do my own work, so we can leave whenever I, or you, feel like it. As my second in command essencally, then if I am not there, they are your men. If you wish to talk more in private then we can on the Angel." I heard foot falls behind me and stop. To my side was Rirck, a new man we had hired about two months ago. HIs left eye gouged out by a Nexu, and his left arm taken off by a saber in a fight against the Jedi. He had the skills, and respected me, even if I looked younger than him. Really I was almost fourty years old. "Everything is preped Sir. Awaiting your orders on lift off." I turned to the Zeltron, and he did as well,
"Give it a try." Cueing her to give the man a command. Since he showed some respect for me, and feared me a little, he would respect my decision in this woman to come along. While he was not a man to turn down companionship, surprisingly he was holding himself very well around the Zeltron woman. His eyes trying so hard to focus on her face and not the cleavage that was peeking out of the jacket and dress. Nor her legs and his mental image of her being stripped. To keep his dignity, he turned back to me waiting for a command. All while I looked at the Zeltron. Willing her to get into her role as a leader. She had been the lacky of a Hutt, and here she would learn to control others. Only under my supervision.
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