Pain Brings Freedom

[Lira Dajenn]

Nemene stood in the center of a white marble room with no ceiling, sunlight striking her bare already red back, small blisters bubbling up on her skin before quickly disappearing. Sweat poured down her body, her skinned glistening slightly as she let out a heavy sobbing breath. Her entire body seemed to be on fire, and with every passing moment she could feel what little energy she had left leave her.

Every time a blister formed, her body healed itself, every time a burn scorched her skin, her body healed itself. Any time at all that her body was damaged or hurt, it healed itself.

Each time it took a tremendous amount of effort, and as the hurt continued, as the sun kept beating on her and as Evelynn cut into her she could feel energy leave her in droves. Nemene's skin ached, her body called for death. She was tired beyond all being, even her toes tingled. She let out a heavy stuttered breath, tears rolling down her face.

It was too much. It was all too much.

She shuddered, the heat sinking beneath her skin and biting into her. Tears streamed from her face and she shook again. “Enough.”

The words were a whisper, but the woman before her would hear them. A cry for mercy, a begging for relief. Nemene Talith could no longer take the pain, could no longer take the hurt. The sun, the blade, the needles, it was all proving too much.
[member="Evelynn Zambrano"]

 

[Louise]

Evelynn smiled.

It was a soft placid smile, one that would be found on a woman quietly engaged with knitting by the fire. There was almost a hind of the absent-minded about it, and I'm certain that had the woman possessed vocal chords then she would have been humming. Something soft, something gentle.

Something sinister.

As the harsh mid-day sun beat down upon them Evelynn took a step back to marvel her sister's restorative abilities at work. An exhausted slave stood next to the waif. Naturally on a day as hot as this there would need to be relief, and thus it was set the task of fanning the deranged blonde creature. One needs to stay cool you know.

Wouldn't want to get burnt, or worse still, sun stroke! Imagine that, having to endure such heat with no relief. Must be awful, yes?

The Silent Sister went to resume her gruesome activity, but she was interrupted by a mere murmur, a whisper. Poor baby. Enough? Evelynn repeated, a slice of mirth present in her telepathic tones. The mute folded over, bending over Nemene's form to plant soft kisses up that tortured back. No. No. Up the spine, her lips cruel and mocking. Not enough. The mute reached her sister's neck, and stopped, keeping her head there and blowing hot breathes upon the nape of her neck.

Never enough.

[member="Nemene Talith"]

 

[Lira Dajenn]

Nemene shuddered at the touch of her sisters lips, goosebumps forming on her flesh and running across her. They were not born of pleasure though, but in fear. At the anticipation of more pain, at the fear of more hurt. The Queen of Rattatak bristled, fighting against the pure anxiety that was driving like a spike into her mind.

She shook, the chains that held her in place rattling loudly as he arms moved against the.

No. The thought entered her head as she felt Evelynn's hand trail down her spine. No I cannot do this anymore. I ca-

Her own thoughts were interrupted by the press of a knife into her skin. The parting of flesh sent hot new pain cutting through her and she let out a whimper of pain. Her eyes clamped shut, and tears fell from her eyes in heavy drops. They rolled down her cheeks, and onto the floor.

She opened her eyes, bright orange orbs following clear water onto the floor. No.

The Chains tightened, and Nemene began to pull.

Her muscles flexed, her shoulders tightened, and everything in her body began to struggle. A slight purple sheen took over her skin, and the strength of her arms began to grow. The metal link began to groan and cry, slowly beginning to bend. “Enough.”

She said the word again, more firm now, but still hoarse.
[member="Evelynn Zambrano"]

 

[Louise]

Oh how the Silent Sister laughed. Her sister's feeble protests were drowned out by the wicked mental cackling of the blonde harpy. Within Nemene's head it would have been deafening, humiliating, a reminder of just who stood there at the top in their balance of power. For so long Nemene had reigned, both terrible and controlling, a woman who resorted to poisoning her beloved just to keep control.

But now, now it was the time of the Silent Sister.

Evelynn, a woman whose savage malice could at times not even be matched by that of her sister or father. There was no motive, only a kind of wickedness that could only come from a girl of such loose sanity.

When the chains tightened an ivory eyebrow found itself propped up in curiosity. Of course Nemene had struggled against her bonds before, but this, this time was different. There was strength there, strength that she hadn't seen in so long. It had to be quashed, immediately.

Her skeletal hand snapped out, grabbing a fistful of those raven locks and she pulled. What do you think you are doing, Nemene?! Evelynn hissed into her sister's mind. Her response to this defiance came in the form of the blade slamming down into her right shoulder, the rotator cuff if she had her anatomy correct. Of course, the mute wasn't planning on pulling the knife out, rather she would push it down, twisting it slightly.

[member="Nemene Talith"]

 

[Lira Dajenn]

Nemene didn't stop, she couldn't stop. She knew exactly what she was doing, she was becoming herself again.

The purple sheen of her skin seemed to intensify, the light came from her in droves, and from where the blade pierced her flesh purple lines began to flow. Symmetrically they divided Nemene's flesh, spreading out like a spiderweb. Her skin seemed to change and alter, and as the lines spread her strength seemed to increase.

The metal chains groaned and cried, bending and stretching until gray links turned white.

As Nemene pulled against her bondage the blade within her shoulder also began to move. The Muscles and tendons in her back began to fight against the force of Evelynn stab, grabbing and pressing the blade out of her skin by force. Blood poured only for a second as the knife ejected itself from Nemene, the wound sealing almost instantly.

Then, the chains snapped.

The Queen of Rattatak fell to the floor with a heavy thud, half her skin covered in thin purple lines, a sheen coming from her skin.

Almost instantly Nemene stood from the floor again, her feet still chained in one spot she whirled around to face her sister, sending what remained of the chained towards Evelynn's throat, aiming to wrap the metal links around the womans neck.

 

[Louise]

Tried as she might, Evelynn could not keep the blade lodged in her sister's back, she was by no means a strong person, even as a woman the mute was considered to be very weak physically. When the knife was pushed out by sheer force of willpower Evelynn let go of her sister's hair and stepped backwards.

The chains snapped.

She could feel strength return to her sister, vigour and vitality and suddenly, suddenly the Silent Sister was fearful for her life. It was not seen by the eyes of the galaxy but behind closed doors Evelynn had done some truly abhorrent things to her raven-haired bond mate. Things that would make your toes curl, that could induce vomit and disgust. What would Nemene do to avenge her mind, body and pride?

Stop this foolishness, sister!

Another step back as her sister stood, and the chain shot out, wrapping itself around the fragile woman's necks. Her eyes widened in shock, and even a touch of fear. Pallid hands shot up to grasp at the chain, to try and free herself from what was likely to be a choking embrace.

STOP THIS!

[member="Nemene Talith"]

 

[Lira Dajenn]

There was no stopping this, not anymore. Nemene would reclaim her place on the throne, she would take back what was rightfully hers. No longer did she care about the legacy of her father, no longer was she worried about Byss or Moridin's Empire. She wanted what was hers, what she had earned, what she had built herself.

She wanted Rattatak back.

As soon as the chain wrapped itself around Evelynns throat Nemene smiled grimly, jerking on the metal links and pulling Evelynn towards her and down. She raised her knee, intending to slam the frail womans face against her kneecap.

“No.” Nemene said simply as she tugged on Evelynn's chain, the purple lines across her skin spreading out and over her naked body, consuming her as the force drove itself into every fiber of her being.

 

[Louise]

The mute was wrenched, full force into the waiting knee of her sister, which impacted against the woman's cheek with a sickening crack, fracturing both cheekbone and eye socket in one solid strike.

Her head swam, the blow leaving the girl semi-incapacitated upon the ground. Her hands reached out, grasping at Nemene's feet and ankles. She couldn't give up so easily, no, no, if she gave up control now then that was it, forever at the mercy of her sister, a woman who she had abused and humiliated so viciously. Giving up simply wasn't an option.

YOU...CAN'T!

She lacked the concentration to focus upon her sister's organs, she needed space, she needed time and laying upon the floor before a woman coming back into her own impressive strength was not the place. It was panicked, it was unwise but with her palm facing upward Evelynn let loose a Force push.

If it worked it would have pushed Nemene upwards and away from the mute. However, the ill-though out attack didn't take into account the chain wrapped around her own neck.

[member="Nemene Talith"]

 

[Lira Dajenn]

Nemene flew back, the chains that had held her to the floor shattered into a million pieces as she flew back into the far wall. The Chain around Evelynns neck pulled her along as well, sending both women flying.

A sickening crack could be heard as Nemene struck the wall, but no utterances of pain followed. Instead only a thud and she landed on the ground, her right hand shooting up and flying to the side. She wrenched Evelynns Chain as hard as she could before Evelynn struck the wall, pulling her instead to the ground in full force.

The lines grew ever further across her skin, crawling and spreading inch by inch.

“I can.” She said as she pulled the chain towards the ground, incredible force sending Evelynn onto the floor, a thin foot striking out towards the womans chained throat. “I am.”

Her foot slammed into Evelynns throat, a hard kick that was almost enough to break the spine...almost.

She pressed herself down onto Evelynns neck, exerting pressure and force as the purple lines kept growing on her skin. The darkside rose within her, and the sheen rose off her in an aura of malice and death. Nemene had come back, her orange eyes a blaze as she looked down at her sister with a sneer. It was time for Evelynn to pay.

 

[Louise]

It was a surprise that the chain didn't tear off the woman's head with the sheer force of the pull upon her neck, the mute braced herself for the impact with the wall but it never came, instead being pulled down to the ground with a hard smack, Evelynn in the last possible moment brought out a hand to lessen the impact but only succeeded in quite possibly breaking her wrist.

Didn't matter, or rather she didn't notice.

Her throat was on fire, the tug of the chain causing quite a grievous piece of damage as the woman struggled to bring oxygen into her lungs. This of course, wasn't aided when Nemene's foot came out seeking vengeance. There was a full-body spasm accompanied by a strangled rasping cry as her sister almost killed her right then in that moment.

The woman coughed and hacked with tears caught in her eyes as the raven-headed woman applied the pressure upon her neck. Her hands reached up to try and budge her sister's foot but with an injured wrist and the physical strength of a teenage girl there was no chance.

Please, Nemene! I'm sorry! I'M SORRY!

[member="Nemene Talith"]

 

[Lira Dajenn]

For the first time in what seemed like an age, Nemene smiled.

It was a cruel smirk, one that broke apart a face that was slowly beingcovered in deep purple lines. They cut into her, slicing her skin and decorating her with fine violet scars. The darkside came off her in droves, and her eyes seem to take on a sheen of their own. Hercruel gaze turned down towards her sister, the pressure of her foot increasing.

“No. You are not.” Her voice echoed slightly in the room, the sun still touching her, but seemingly having no effect now. “Not yet.”

The chained cuffs on her wrists began to sizzle and hiss, the metal bubbled and smoked, and then suddenly they fell to the floor broken and clattering into a hundred pieces. She let the chain drop to the floor with another loud clatter, her foot remaining on her sisters throat. Nemene sneered slightly, pressing her heel into Evelynn's neck.

“You will be sister. You will pay for what you have done. For every transgression, for every misdeed, for every wound you made me suffer, you will get ten fold.” Her voice was hard, and telling of what was to come.

 

[Louise]

Evelynn hadn't seen that smirk in so long, she imagined that the last time the mute had witnessed that callous smile was that last time she had felt real fear, which coincidently was surfacing right in that moment. It didn't matter that the blonde got her rocks off to the very concept of pain itself, Nemene would always give her cause for terror.

Please! Please!

Her nails clawed and shredded the flesh upon her sister's ankle but it did nothing. It was approximately as effective as throwing pieces of popcorn at a rabies-ridden rancor. The foot would not budge, and only seemed to push down further and harder.

I can't breathe!

True to her word the ghastly girl's face had already turned a severe shade of red. Her throat felt as if it were lined with needles, and a worrying tingling sensation began to arise in the woman's brain, likely due to the flow of blood and oxygen being cut off. Ten fold. Ten fold she said. Evelynn could scarcely imagine three fold never mind what foul and likely horribly ironic plans were actually formulating within that brain.

Don't...do this...I...love you.

 

[Lira Dajenn]

Her face contorted into a mixture of rage, pleasure, and pure an utter joy.

Ten fold.

It was a promise that she intended on keeping, it was a promise that she would give to Evelynn, just as once she had gifted Evelynn her pain. Her face lightened slightly, her eyes going towards the open ceiling. She let out a loud laugh, a chuckle of pure mirth and joy. Oh she had just thought of a wondrous thing.

She smiled, her words cruel and evil, a snake moving through the grass. “I will take away that which you most enjoy.”

Her eyes became a light, the purple lines reaching her face and slowly taking over. Her grin grew wider and wider. Oh yes, this would be most enjoyable. She payed no attention to Evelynns lie. All the love they had for one another was cloaked, hidden beneath rage, fear, and every other edge of the emotional spectrum.

“I love you too Sister.” Nemene said with a smirk. “And so I will take it all away, i will take away your pain.”

 

[Louise]

That chuckle. That was it, there it was. A sound that could only spell doom for a certain blonde waif. One could call it karma, Evelynn was no innocent, she was not some poor undeserving soul, innocent in the eyes of the world. Once upon a time, yes but that time had long past and the woman had made more than one monstrous decision since then.

Evelynn Zambrano deserved it.

The foot still ceased to move, her face transcending from the red towards the purple spectrum, her struggles became more frantic, still coughing and choking from the initial yank that had incapacitated her.

Then came the reveal, the grand plan. She would take away her pain.

NO!

The Silent Sister thrived off of pain, it was her drug, her oxygen, her very lifeblood and now Nemene would take that away, but how...? Evelynn didn't care for the how, panic filled her core. Her legs began to kick and thrash, the frightened and petulant child emerged.

NO YOU CAN'T! I WON'T LET YOU! I WON'T!

 

[Lira Dajenn]

“But Sister. It is already done.” There was a certain coyness to her voice.

She smiled, and then removed her foot from the womans neck. The chain lazed around her throat, the feeling of air rushing to her head would likely daze Evelynn slightly, but within moment she would realize the truth. While the air had been torn from her lungs, there was no pain on her neck, no throbbing hurt, nothing.

Instead, it was Nemene who hurt.

Flashes of red wound beneath the thick purple lines that flew across her skins, quickly disappearing as her own strength in the force healed them. Nemene had taken Evelynn's pain, and she had used their connection to do it.

Where once Nemene had gifted her pain to Evelynn, had allowed her to feel every cut, every slice, every hurt that happened to her, Nemene now took it all onto her. Everything Evelynn would feel, everything that would hurt her, would now go to Nemene. The Raven haired woman was used to it now, used to the hurt, the extremes that Evelynn could inflict. She could take it all, and she could make Evelynn suffer for it.

Her foot came down onto Evelynn's ribs, purple lines bisecting her toes. She applied pressure to the bones, snapping one of Evelynn's ribs. Hot pain flared through her own side, though it quickly faded away into a dull throbbing.

She smirked down at her Sister “See?”

Another laugh escaped her throat.

 

[Louise]

The question of what was done took a back seat to the delicious air that now came rushing back into her lungs, the blood that now had free reign to flow to her head and had done so too vigorously. For a second the mute lay there, woozy from the sudden intake.

Then it hit.

There was nothing.

Pain was gone.

Not pain, anything but pain. Take her sight, take her taste, take her hearing, but don't take the pain. So much had been taken from Evelynn through her altogether tragic existence, and the feeling of agony was all that the woman had left and now, now there was nothing.

No no no. You...you..

There was a demonstration, the foot came down and while she felt the bone break there was no accompanying chorus of pain, there was no great sensation to excite and ignite. There was nothing, nothing! Anguish lined her features, and from within the confines of her mind was unleashed a great scream, like a wounded beast.

NO! Pleaseplease, give it back! GIVE IT BACK TO ME! PLEASE! I'M SORRY, SISTER! I N E E D IT!

 

[Lira Dajenn]

There was no hint of a wince as Evelynn screamed in her mind. No, there was only a spike of joy that ran through her. She had longed to hear that scream, she had longed to hear that wailing cry of pain and desperation. For nearly a year she had craved it, dreamed of it. Pure mirth ran through her as she adjusted her foot to the side and moved her toe to another one of Evelynn's ribs.

“No.” She pressed, and snapped another one of her sisters ribs. Pain shot through her side, but she didn't flinch.

Instead her grin spread, knowing the hollow emptiness that Evelynn would feel as the snapping of her bones created absolutely no pain for her. This, this was true suffering. Sure she could have been locked away in a room. She could have been denied sunlight, she could have been denied hearing, she could have been denied so many things.

But Nemene had taken what truly mattered, she had taken her pain.

“It's mine.” She purred the words. “You. Are. Mine.”

She enunciated each of the words perfectly, driving home her point with the snap of another of Evelynn's ribs.

 

[Louise]

Another rib, and more nothing.

To virtually anybody else in the galaxy this would have been a blessing. Imagine, the hindrance of pain gone and yet there was still touch. It would have been an ability that people would have killed for. No pain. You could have fought, you could have ignored the debilitating attacks that were so often thrown around in the galaxy. Of course, the wounds were still there, the body still hurt but there was nothing.

You could touch the fire as many times as you liked.

NononononononoNONONONONONONO!

Still pinned there by her sister's foot Evelynn's only reaction came in the form of attempted self harm. Through the Force she reached, the knife the mute had been using before was summoned and in one swift moment the woman caught it and slammed the sharp point into, no, not the limb that pinned her to the ground but her own broken wrist.

Nothing. No pain. She screamed internally once more as the blood began to bubble and spew forth from her new wound.

I'MYOURSI'MYOURSI'MYOURSJUSTGIVEITBACKI'MSORRYFORGIVEMEI'MYOURS!

 

[Lira Dajenn]

Nemene could only smile, could only grin. There was so much joy in her. The very emotion had seemed impossible to her just a short few days ago, the thought of ever feeling happy again, the very idea of being filled with Mirth had been a foreign concept, but now, now it seemed to permeate the very hair around her, as if joy flowed all around her.

“Forgive you?” Nemene said as she let her foot fall away from Evelynn's side. “Why?”

She moved over Evelynn, standing above her.

Purple lines cut Nemene's flesh into sections, neat squares and lines formed upon her body that seemed to draw beautiful and stunning patterns that were impossible to follow. She smiled as Evelynn stabbed herself, watching the blood pour from her sisters wrists for only a moment.

Then her purple foot shot forward, kicking the knife out of the womans wrist and pinning her Sister to the floor. A purple light erupted from beneath her foot, and almost instantly Evelynn's wound healed itself.

No pain, no blood.

“You will hurt when I want you to hurt. You will feel pain when I allow it. You will be mine, and mine alone. Your heart. Your mind. Your body. Your soul. It belongs to me, and is commanded by me.” She pressed her foot down against Evelynn's wrist, asking for an answer.

 

[Louise]

Why? Why indeed.

There was absolutely no reason that Nemene should have forgiven her twisted sister, of course initially it had been retribution, revenge for the poisoning that the brunette had inflicted upon her, along with all humiliation and abuse that had come before it but her lust for vengeance had gone too far.

Because I'm sorry...

Evelynn herself knew that I'm sorry would not fly, but she had no excuse, no reasoning.

The very concept of life without pain frightened her beyond all belief. Her last remnants of sanity threatened to leave, no, they would have left. There had been so much hurt, her life had consisted of all this torture and agony so the mute had adapted, albeit in a twisted manner. She had taken to the torment, took it and loved it, cherished it. Pain became her bedfellow, her one true love.

Now, it had been taken.

Eyes brimming with tears, Evelynn looked up to her sister like a pitiful creature looking up to a God. As Nemene had come back into her own, the mute had suddenly withered, seeming like a mere child in comparison to her sister.

TAKE IT! TAKE IT ALL! JUST LET ME F E E L!