Special Delivery an' Whatnot

[Hannibal Oryen]

GUTER WADE SYSTEM, RATTATAK
PALACE LANDING PAD

@[member='Evelynn'] | @[member='Ordo']

Hannibal's ship, an ugly, hulking KR-TB Doomtreader by the name of Negative Perspiration, roared with an ungodly annoying sound as it touched down on the landing pad outside of the palace that housed Rattatak's sister queens. Hannibal had heard the horror stories about these broads, but that didn't concern him too much. It definitely should have, considering he only made a token effort to call ahead and that he just landed his noisy-ass ship during the small hours of the morning.

At least, he assumed it was much needed. Anyone willing to spend eight-hundred thousand credits on a Mandalorian dude definitely needed them for whatever reason. These chicks were Sith, so it was probably one grudge or the other. Totally irrelevant as far as Hannibal was concerned. Eight-hundred thousand smackaroos for one dude who wasn't even a space wizard was as good a paycheck as he was going to get. Especially in this economy.

The boarding ramp of the Negative Perspiration lowered, allowing Hannibal to exit the ship. The bounty hunter, armed and armored as usual, pushed a repulsorlift-gurney out of the lift. The quarry, Ordo, was strapped into it. Hannibal hadn't bothered to remove the stuncuffs around the man's wrists and ankles during their flight from Keskin. What he had done was strip him of his armor and weapons. Hannibal would probably sell those at a pawnshop later.

Hannibal came to a stop towards the center of the landing pad, waiting their idly with the captive. Despite everything, he wasn't anywhere near ballsy enough to go inside uninvited. That could be chalked up to the rumors floating about concerning what these broads did to folks in their basement.

 

[Ordo]

[member="Evelynn"] [member="Hannibal Oryen"]

Ordo was towed along wearing nothing but a Nerf hide loin cloth. His backside didn't hurt so he was at least certain the bounty hunter wasn't -that- kind of guy, but he could have let him keep his armorweave on. The big Mando lay on the repulsor gurney beside the bounty hunter on who knew what world being turned in for a bounty he had gotten for a destroying a star destroyer, a few (50 or so sith fighters), oh and 4 city blocks on Charos IV, but with the Sith Empire gone he had no clue who would still pay. Shoot for 800k he might have turned himself in.

"You're a dikut." Ordo said his scar covered body exposed and a tad cold, "you just wanted to see me naked didnt you?"

 

[Louise]

It felt like Sithmas morning.

Of course, keeping up appearances meant that Evelynn, the Silent Queen of Rattatak wasn't going to be running up to the Negative Perspiration like it was the bloody tree with a fairy on top. Oh no. With delicate steps dainty heels clicked upon stone, a cold and ominous sound, very apt considering. They would hear her before the saw her, those clicks a trademark for her victims.

She flowed out onto the landing pad dressed to the nines in those powder blue silks. Reds, golds and black were far too obvious, far too sinister. No, take the light serene colours, they contrast against the bloodstains quite nicely.

With her arms outstretched the blonde mute offered Hannibal a pleasant smile, one that she had mastered and handed out to nobles and dignitaries with relative ease. Welcome to Rattatak. Her telepathy on the other hand held a frosty edge, one that tended to make said nobles and dignitaries shiver, thus why Nemene did all the talking. Her welcome message was only broadcast to the mind of the bounty hunter, the Mandalorian before her on the table not even getting a single look in.

Would you like the guided tour? She enquired still smiling, did that mean the basement too? Or would you like to get straight down to business?

Straight to the point.

[member="Hannibal Oryen"], [member="Ordo"]

 

[Hannibal Oryen]

@[member='Evelynn'] | @[member='Ordo']

"Can it, twinkletoes." Hannibal ordered, brandishing a stun baton at Ordo. "'fore I clock ya out cold agai-"

Hannibal was interrupted when he detected movement in his peripherals, then the sound of someone moving daintily over the stone. There she was; Miss Rattatak. One of them, at least. Given that she was royalty by some stretch of the word, Hannibal would need to remind himself to treat her with the utmost respect befitting a person of her position.

Total babe, dead ahead. Hannibal thought to himself as the customer approached.

This, undoubtedly, would be the moment where Ordo crapped himself. At least that's what the bounty hunter assumed would happen. There had to be at least a little bit of sordid history between the two if one was going to drop just under a million credits for the other. Money was no object in matters of revenge, Hannibal often found. Given the reputation of Sith in general and either of these two broads, Ordo was definitely not in for a good time.

What the rumors failed to mention was that one of them communicated entirely through space magic. Telepathy bored into Hannibal's mind. An unfamiliar, unpleasant feeling to him. Maybe he'd get used to it. Probably not. Better just brush it off and act cool. Perhaps it wasn't so much the telepathy as it was her telepathy. Hannibal had no way of knowing that, given his disinclination towards dealing with wizards of this sort.

"I'd love ta, really I would. But I'm thinkin' takin' care 'a this mook'd be a more pressin' matter f' the both of us."

 

[Louise]

Perhaps she needed to invest in an over-sized neon sign that said: WARNING, CAN ONLY COMMUNICATE THROUGH CREEPY BRAIN MESSAGES.

Evelynn studied him for a few moment, wearing an expression that seemed to suggest that she was planning to devour him. Thankfully, however, the Silent Sister was not actually a cannibal. A torturer, a murderer and a bit of a slut if we're being honest but not a cannibal. Inwardly the woman remarked that the bounty hunter spoke as if his mouth were full of marbles.

Oh well, different dialects from different places. Let's not be judgmental.

Understandable.

A snap of the fingers brought a ratty little man out, he carried a datapad as if it were the crown jewels themselves. You know what they don't teach you in Sith training? Money management. So naturally this gentlemen existed to provide the Sister Queens with financial advice, well, when he wasn't stammering in fear that is. Do you think old Jeeves here said that eight hundred thousand credits was too much for a slice of revenge? Of course not.

The man handed the datapad over to the bounty hunter, it had all been set up for the credit transfer. Just needed some details, some signatures, you know, the galactic standard.

Evelynn's fingers laced together, there was a peculiar detail there that only those who knew to look would catch. Those hands. Her hands. The flesh wasn't exactly the same colour as the rest of her, holding an inch more tan. Silly little detail to some. To others however...

Did he give you much trouble?

[member="Ordo"], [member="Hannibal Oryen"]

 

[Ordo]

[member="Hannibal Oryen"] [member="Evelynn"]

Ordo leaned his chin against his chest as the bounty hunter started talking to someone Ordo hadn't heard. His eye's settled on a woman with lovley blond hair and beautiful clothing. Her face was not bad for a pasty white little thing. Ordo dropped his head back against the gurney with a thud. The scar by her left ear and the off color of her hands was not even necessary to tell him who it was. Her beady blue eyes told him plainly enough.

"Karking figures." Ordo said as he looked over at the bounty hunter, "what ever she does to me, bantha licker, I'm going to come and do to you twice."

Ordo looked back at the woman and realized she had to be wearing synthetic hair and hands. He grinned a little just to be a bastard and wiggled a toe at her.

"Is that you snowflake?" Ordo said laying his head back, "and here I thought it was someone strong I was being sold too."

Ordo winked at the bounty hunter and raised a freindly finger in his direction before he waited for the inevitable nightmare to begin.

'Good grief I'm going to have to listen to another Sith monologue I just know it.' He thought as he flashed back to being tortured by another blond Sith woman 7 years ago.

 

[Hannibal Oryen]

@[member='Evelynn'] | @[member='Ordo']

Hannibal was stared at for a good few moments, silently bracing himself. It looked like she was going to tear his throat out or something. Maybe he should have dressed nicer? He really should have kept a nicer change of clothes on his ship. Not that it would have saved him if this chick was really about to go ballistic on him. Hannibal, for one, thought he was downright charming.

Eventually the word "Understandable" sunk into his mind like a Silk Holdings space train crashing into an ocean of quicksand. She snapped her fingers, summoning a ratty little mook with a datapad. Hannibal got to live another day and he'd get paid. It was a miracle, truly. Hannibal took the datapad, thanking the traumatized looking servant. Probably the only bit of etiquette the poor fellow had heard before setting up shop here.

Hannibal skimmed over the contents quickly, just to make sure he wasn't signing away his soul or anything. Everything checked out, so he signed his name on the bottom. After this, he was totally picking up one of those hyper-accelerated nerve implants. Those were a great addition to any cyborg.

"Trouble?" Hannibal said when asked, adding a chortle at the memory. "Nah. Missus Buttasworth 'ere dropped like a mook afta a' couple stun shots."

He left out the part where he'd been clocked in the face and smacked with a coworker-gone-battering ram. He wouldn't bother her with the finicky details. Hannibal was ready to wrap this up when Ordo suddenly got talkative. It was the usual futile captured bounty banter. "When I get out of here, blah blah blah." They never did get out. Or if they did, they were way too traumatized to risk a revenge fantasy. Hannibal doubted this would be any different. He glared at Ordo from behind his mask.

"Yeah, yeah. 'eard it all before, Mandaloin. Keep a lid on it, will ya? Grownups is talkin'." Hannibal sniggered as he handed the datapad back off to the accountant. Finances were all settled.

"Want me t' bring 'im inside for ya?"

 

[Louise]

A snort. Mrs Buttersworth? For that brief moment she was disarmed, a blink and you'd miss it as Evelynn was suddenly just a woman laughing at a simple joke.

Then it was gone.

She felt the eyes of the brute upon her, and both instinct and revenge screamed at her to jam a long thin tube down his...

No. Calm. The only indication of her violent thoughts came in the wrinkling of that sharp nose. Yes. Yes. Talk talk talk. He was likely going to natter on at her for quite some time, even during the horrors of torture but no matter. Whether they were the silent, the talkers, the beggars, the bargainers everybody wound up the same. Worthless. Broken.

Beautiful.

It suddenly occurred to the girl that the Mandalorian had never heard her voice. Funny that. He would not be hearing it just yet either.

Back to business as the accountant received the datapad, looked everything over and directed a curt nod to the Queen. Well, that was all that. So simple, their transaction could have been an advertisement for holonet banking, well, you know, if they weren't exchanging credits for a prisoner.

That would be grand.

So began the stroll through the palace. Pleasant conversation anybody?

So indulge me, do you enjoy bounty hunting?

[member="Hannibal Oryen"], [member="Ordo"]

 

[Ordo]

[member="Hannibal Oryen"] [member="Evelynn Zambrano"]

'I hope they don't turn this into a little group hug session.' He thought as he was pushed along. 'I wonder who is winning in the Bolo-ball game today?'

Ordo closed his eyes as they walked and began snoring softly. As a Master of phisical enhancement, If he really concentrated, he may have been able to break free and start swinging, but really if he didn't try it with the whip cord, why wpuld he bother with the cuffs. Silently, (because his writer obviously hates him) Ordo was pushed into the world of the pale SBD woman and silently released some pent up intestinal pressure in the form of methane rich gaseous emission. He continued to snore softly and ignored both the bounty hunter and the frail little woman.

 

[Hannibal Oryen]

@[member='Evelynn Zambrano'] | @[member='Ordo']

She said, er, transmitted that it'd be grand and took off at a leisurely stroll for the palace. Hannibal meandered over to the hover-gurney, grabbing it by the handles and pushing after her. Ordo's gaseous discharge was lost on the bounty hunter, who had a mask with a rudimentary air filtration system. Then he started snoring. Alright, that was just a little bit annoying, but Hannibal let him lie. This was probably the last time the Mandalorian would have the opportunity for decent shut-eye. And possibly the last time he would have the capacity to fart, depending on what this Sith had in mind.

"Enjoy it t' the point where I just might be a little sick, ma'am." Hannibal said, deciding to be honest with himself and others just this once.

He had to be a little crazy, after all. Most people turned to this kind of work because they weren't good at much else. Hannibal had a happy upbringing and a quality education. He didn't need to be doing this. Why was he, then? Thrillseeking was the immediate answer, but most people who wanted to get a kick out of life went skydiving or exploring or something. Hannibal killed people for money. That had to be messed up, right? What was worse was that Hannibal had made enough from stupidly high-profile bounties to retire fifteen times over. Yet here he was, at it again.

Maybe a near-death experience would kick his teeth in one day and sour his appetite for this crap. Until then, bounty hunting it is.

 

[Louise]

It was actually a fair trek.

The palace was a ridiculous size considering it was only there to house the two ladies. Although, let's be honest, have you ever heard of a humble palace? Marble floors and rich ruby drapes with golden trimmings was their backdrop, busts of former gladiator champions and priceless artworks were dotted around like it was going out of style. Naturally Nemene was the one who was in charge of the decorations, with Evelynn being the more understated of the two.

We're all a little sick here.

Wait. What was that smell? Ever so slowly her head turned to stare at the snoring Mandalorian, she didn't know whether to laugh or feel offended. The last bastion of defence of the great Ordo was a fart.

Naturally unpleasant smells were no stranger to the blonde's nose, she worked with beasts after all. Not to mention just how bad torture can smell. Festering wounds, vomit and piss. Not to mention that upon expiring many of their toys had indeed void their bowels, can't be helped really.

Their journey took them down, deep into the bowels of the building. Past the slave kennels and the roaring menagerie. Down, down and further down until a long, rather plain corridor would greet them. This was the ominous walkway, where the methodical clicking of heels would mark the beginning of long torturous affairs.

What was the room within? A dungeon? Dark and gloomy with spike-laden chairs and rattling chains? Spooky-chic? No. Far from it.

Four cold clinical white walls surrounded them, illuminated by the harsh fluorescent lights above. The floor sloped slightly with a grate in the middle, obviously to deal with the drainage of fluids. This room was a fortress of nothing. Most of the time their visitors would be left here to stew for a few days. It did wonders to the psyche. Lack of stimulation. Nothing to see, nothing to hear, nothing to smell. Nothing. Usually the sensory deprivation softened their more hardy playthings.

Evelynn's newly acquired toy would not be receiving such treatment.

Already waiting for them were a pair of tables, upon which were set out all the macabre tools of their trade. Vials and blades. Vices and spikes. Jars containing wriggling little creatures of various shapes and sizes. From one of the table a mismatched hand plucked a waiting syringe. Given that the women tortured Jedi as a hobby they had been perfecting a way to cut one's connection to the Force without dulling any senses. They didn't like using a collar, it denied access to the neck. So a concoction was created. A compound of ixetal cilona and various other elements would sever Ordo's connection quite nicely.

It wasn't hard to spot a vein upon the body of sleeping beauty, he was a bit of a brick svit-house, you know? She smiled to Hannibal, with nothing but pleasantries upon those lips. Would you assist me in making our friend more comfortable? She asked, indicating to the chains the hung from the ceiling and the ones attached to the floor. Of course Evelynn could have done it herself, but she was going to get her money's worth here.

Without warning she jammed the syringe into the brute's arm, depressing the plunger and marking the beginning of their bonding time.

[member="Ordo"], [member="Hannibal Oryen"]

 

[Hannibal Oryen]

@[member="Evelynn Zambrano"] | @[member="Ordo"]

Well, hey, if they were all a little bit sick here, clearly Hannibal didn't have anything to worry about. Except yes, yes he really did. The swanky furniture and decor was suddenly swapped out for dark staircases. Staircases that lead them past rooms filled with animals and slaves. Not exactly the most well kept slaves, either. Hannibal was made a little uneasy at the sight of the poor men and women, but he wasn't about to risk life and limb trying to rescue a bunch of nobodies who couldn't cough up any dough.

Oddly enough, the animals seemed more well off than the people. Must be a Sith thing.

When they reached their destination, it hadn't been what Hannibal was expecting. The walls weren't of black bricks and mortar, no rusting chains hung from the wall. This could have been a doctor's office. A really creepy, really spartan doctor's office. Looking around, it was a little bit upsetting to think about what other poor folk had met their painful, drawn-out ends here. Yes, Hannibal was a ruthless killer and a hired gun, but prolonged torture for no reason wasn't his thing.

Hopefully she had a good reason for this guy. Besides, he looked tough. He could take it. Probably. Hannibal wasn't being paid enough for his thoughts to linger on it. She plunged some sort of syringe into his forearm, injecting him with something or other. Knock out serum? Hannibal hadn't a clue. That kind of stuff usually took a few minutes to take affect and, seeing those fancy little instruments good Lady Sith had lined up for Ordo, Hannibal had absolutely no intention of staying here longer than usual. She asked for some help getting him off the gurney and chained up in her workshop.

"Sure thing."

Ordo may have looked like he was asleep, but Hannibal didn't buy it. He wasn't taking any risks untying him unless he had it on good authority the mook was out cold. So Hannibal's repulse-hand fired to life, and he flung a right hook for the Mandalorian's face. Teeth would be lost, jaw perhaps fractured, face inevitably swell to comedic proportion. Most importantly, though, he would be out for the count until she woke him up again. Once that was out of the way, Hannibal set about uncuffing him, sawing off the fibercord, and locking him into place.

 

[Louise]

Then impact of Hannibal's fist upon Ordo's face sent a shiver of unconstrained glee down the girl's spine, of course it was going to feel so much more when she was the one inflicting pain and everlasting damage upon the mind and body of the Mandalorian but still, every little helps.

Of course, she didn't just stand there like a lemon at the bounty hunter did all the hefting, those scrawny little arms did what they could in the binding of Ordo. Wrists first, ankles second. Once attached the switches were pressed, the chains slowly receding into the ceiling and pulling the man taut. Truth be told his bulk made him look ridiculous, suspended like some kind of steroid enhanced fairy.

However strapping victims denied access to half of the body, and we couldn't have that now, could we?

She took a step back to observe her prize, a delicate smile cresting upon those sharp features. No doubt Hannibal would have been more than eager to leave in that moment. If it helps you sleep at night, this is revenge. There was no denying that Evelynn was a complete monster, and her hobbies were abhorrent at best but good business manners never combine well with sadism. Her head turned slightly to look at the bounty hunter. Do you know that this Mandalorian beast ripped my ear off with his bare hands? Just pulled it off. It was the truth, her left ear was a disfigured mess, the flesh appearing as if it had been melted like pale cheddar.

Wait, I thought he pulled it off? Yes, I see you've put points in awareness but the bastard had also very sloppily reattached it much to her chagrin.

Can you imagine that? Having your ear pulled off?

There really was no need to justify what she was about to do to her prisoner but it was always good practise to avoid letting people leave with a bad taste in their mouth. After all, she didn't want Hannibal to have a change of heart and come storming back into the palace to rescue the damsel, did she?

Very nasty business.

[member="Ordo"], [member="Hannibal Oryen"]

 

[Ordo]

[member="Hannibal Oryen"] [member="Evelynn Zambrano"]

Ordo was hoping for the bounty hunter to be creeped out just enough to slip up and cut the cords while his snored, but if you hope in one hand and sh...well, hoping just didn't get results. He cracked an eye open in time to see a fist collide with his face. Two bottom molars were smashed out of place along with one on top and his jaw was definitely fractured. He couldn't use the force to aid his taking the punch but it didnt much matter as he was no -actually- out cold. His entire 270lbs (122kg) muscle bound frame was lifted and hung by the wrist, much like Evelyn had been, and his ankles secured. The chains retracted pulling him to his full height with arms high over his head. His head, which was already sporting a swollen face on one side, hung down with his chin on his chest. Only a nerf hide loin cloth provided him with any dignity at all and had he been awake he may have said 'thank loin cloth for being a good friend.'

 

[Hannibal Oryen]

@[member="Evelynn Zambrano"] | @[member="Ordo"]

Alright, so it was a revenge thing. That should have made Hannibal feel better, but it didn't. This guy had tortured the crap out of her, though. Pulling ears off such a pretty lady, with his bare hands to boot? That was downright criminal. Still, Hannibal wasn't entirely sure that what appeared to be an otherwise respectable Mandalorian fully deserved the world of pain he was about to enter.

Figures that some semblance of a conscience would choose to manifest itself now.

Not that it mattered. Hannibal had a contractual obligation to let this guy suffer. He had already been paid, the credits transferred or in the process of transferring. Call Hannibal whatever, but he wasn't about to turncoat right after he got paid. That was a terrible, terrible business ethic that would make people less likely to hire him.

Besides, this guy had dug his own grave. There hadn't been any immediate call to rip off this dame's ear or subject her to whatever torture had followed. Who the hell does that? This guy had it coming. He only had himself to blame. Then again, she was a Sith with a dedicated torture chamber that probably saw a lot of use, not to mention a slave kennel. It couldn't be terribly far-fetched to say there had been some cosmic reasoning for her suffering. Still...

Alight, enough of that. Hannibal wasn't being paid enough to stand here having a moral dilemma like some schmuck.

"Yeah, nasty business, I bet." Hannibal replied, suddenly a bit terse. He reached into his breast pocket and withdrew a business card.

It was a simple little thing with his name emblazoned on the top, next to the Cestus Cybernetics logo. His contact details were on the back. He dropped it on the table with the torture instruments. "'eres my card. Gimme a 'eads up if 'e escapes-slash-gets released-slash-'is friends come lookin' fer 'em. I don't like surprises."

 

[Louise]

Well, she hadn't disgusted him to the point of barring herself from ever using his services ever again. That's a plus, at least. Although the mute could practically taste the discomfort in the air, well, it was either that or that Mandalorian beast was secreting gasses again.

Her eyes flickered over the business card, an unnervingly polite smile came to her pointed features and she offered the bounty hunter a nod.

Do not fret.

An understandable concern, if Ordo came out of this alive he would no doubt be gunning for the man that sold him to the devil. What she neglected to mention is that she was intending on allowing the Mandalorian to live. To torture somebody before killing them was abhorrent, to torture them and let them live with it as a crippling burden is far worse. Or maybe she would just slaughter him afterwards. Anything could happen on a whim.

Would you like me to escort you out, Mr. Oryen?

[member="Hannibal Oryen"], [member="Ordo"]

 

[Hannibal Oryen]

@[member='Evelynn Zambrano'] | @[member='Ordo']

Had she been practically any other passable broad in the galaxy, Hannibal might have said yes to that. But by now his libido had come down with a crippling case of creeped the hell out. Far be it for him to delay her impending vengeance, not that he needed help getting out of here anyway. He could figure it out, probably.

"Ah, n'thanks. I got it." He replied, perhaps a little too quickly. "This seems kinda important t' ya."

She had his business card, so he would hopefully have a little forewarning when this brute got turned loose. The best case scenario was that this Ordo guy would die in custody. Given that it was the best case scenario, this was how the Fondorian knew there wasn't even a remote chance of it playing out in such a way. Without another word, Hannibal took his leave of the dungeon and started to make his way out of the palace.

 

[Louise]

Oh, believe me, it is.

Those words were said with all the malice of her intentions. To the woman's credit she had not attempted to hide anything, the bounty hunter knew what was going to occur here and if he wanted to suddenly have a paragon shift then, well, could Hannibal really have been faulted? Sure. On a professional level. Had he not already been paid then this wouldn't have been an issue.

What about on a level of compassion and humanity?

They had a torture chamber, slave kennels and that was just two of the rooms he had seen in their vast palace, who knew what other atrocities lurked behind those luxurious walls? Who wanted to find out? Likely not he who had already turned and left the chamber. A chilly parting remark to creep into his head even though he was no longer standing there with them.

Farewell, bounty hunter.

Slowly she turned, eyes travelling agonisingly across the room and before long Evelynn found her gaze settled upon her Mandalorian prize. Her best friend. Any mirth upon her face vanished in that moment and there was nothing but silence lingering in the air. What must have been a couple of minutes passed with nothing but mute leering.

Hello.

[member="Hannibal Oryen"], [member="Ordo"]

 

[Ordo]

[member="Evelynn Zambrano"]

After several minutes Ordo lifted his eyelids and remained still while he registered his condition. He was a practical man and also far more intelligent than he let on. His jaw was dislocated on one side and a few teeth had been knocked out by the bounty hunter. He couldn't feel the force, which was a relief, but it meant someone had cut him off which wasn't his favorite thought. His arms were streched over his head and his ankles were bound. It all spoke of a time years ago when he had been in the same position and hung before a yellow haired sith woman.

<Hello> she said a voice he'd never heard before but the tone was one he understood well enough.

He lifted his head and looked at the woman who not long ago had escaped his merciful blade.

'She would have been better off if they hadn't saved her.' He thought as he looked her up and down.

"Su Cuy'gar, dar'jetti." He said as he met her eyes with his and held them. If she had thoughts of breaking him she had better be ready for the long haul. Many had tried, but only one had come close, and that one had come down with a bad case of death.

 

[Louise]

Her face twisted in moderate disgust. The Mandalorian tongue was barbaric and irritated her very ears, which went hand-in-hand with the fact that the sight of [member="Ordo"] irritated her eyes. Small fists trembled at her side as she observed brick of a brute with total disdain.

Amusing perhaps, how his very existence got under her skin. Evelynn lived for pain, no? Shouldn't she have been thankful for his brutality? No. Pain was a thing of intimacy that she shared with who she chose.

He had violated that.

Going over to her table of horrors she let her fingers run over every macabre tool that sat there. It's been a while. Have you missed me? I've missed you. She went to a small obsidian blade, picking it up and examining it in the room's harsh light. Time for a warm up, really get a feel for it.

I've missed you, so much.

The point of the scalpel went in upon his abdomen, it was far from a shallow cut but it wasn't going to cause serious damage, not yet. Evelynn was carving but carving what? Ah, you'll see.

So much.