Men, Women, and Children... None were spared the Master's Wrath

[Darth Carnifex]

The Dark Lord raised a hand, and the beatings ceased.

A great groan accompanied the lowering of the chain that elevated [member="Cairyn Midore"], letting his broken body have a moment of rest as it was brought down to the ground. The electrical hum of the whip never faded, a constant reminder of the violence that could reignite at any given moment. Cairyn was pulled up to his feet by the two hooded servants and brought before the Sith Lord, his head held back and his neck forced to crane up to look at the towering monster.

"And what would you give for a reprieve?"

The Dark Lord's voice resounded through the chamber, reverberating in the lad's bones with grating intensity.

 

[Cairyn Midore]

Oh, wow, he didn't think that was going to work.

Cairyn slumped to the floor the moment the chain was low enough, currently incapable of keeping himself up. His face becoming well acquainted with the ground, enjoying the cool it provided in after the strain of what he just endured. For a brief moment, he was the only one in the room. His eyes squeezed shut, ignoring all the signs that the torture could start again at any time. In that moment, he was safe.

All too soon, he was wrenched to his feet. Whether out of a poor attempt of rebellion or just overall weakness, he had to be just about dragged to the dark blob that was [member="Darth Carnifex"]. Forced to look up at the beast of a man, he was at a loss for what to offer. He didn't even have the shirt off his back to give at the moment, what could he possibly have that was worth anything?

"Uh, some pocket lint? I dunno, what do you want?"

 

[Darth Carnifex]

"Pathetic."

At that the servants dropped the boy to the cold hard ground, letting him writhe as new pain blossomed across his body from the impact. The Dark Lord turned away, clearly disgusted with Cairyn's continuous lack of seriousness throughout his excessively brutal torture.

To put it frankly, it was no longer amusing.

"You'll be pleased to know that I'm releasing you." The servants pulled him back up to his feet, without bothering to gather his ruined clothing or any of his other belongings. He'd again get dragged across the floor as they pulled him out of the cell and down several halls until they reached their final destination.

The airlock.

Carnifex pressed a button on the accompanying control panel which opened the pressurized hatch, and at his beckoning Cairyn would be thrown in and vented out into the cold darkness of space.

[member="Cairyn Midore"]​