Special Delivery an' Whatnot

[Ordo]

[member="Evelynn Zambrano"]

She hadn't gotten any prettier that was certain but at least she hadn't gotten thinner...if such a thing could be possible. His grey-green eyes watched as she stared at him. It was funny but she didn't make him want to kill her like he did before. Rianna had warned him to be careful and he had trusted the fringe bar would honor the no weapons policy.

'I guess that one guy didn't get that memo.' He thought.

His swollen jaw hurt in a dull way as he watched her move to her table of tools. He had regretted the torture he put the little weak broken child through but he never doubted that killing her was more merciful than letting her live.

She spoke to his mind. Cold meaningless words from a broken twisted mind but he didn't doubt she had thought about this day. He smiled at her as she picked up the obsidian blade. He had been in the this position before. His thick arms over his head his body exposed. Broad chest and back showed the thick muscles of the trained commando as the blade pierced his skin.

Still he smiled as she worked. His eyes never left her face. He had a secret he had learned about torture. After nearly 12 months of daily attention you tended to pick up things or you broke. His body had tensed briefly but now he was relaxed even calm. His secret was she couldn't touch him not the way she wanted to. Pain was a transient thing, a message sent along neurons to his brain that told him somethong was terribly wrong, but he didn't care. There was nothing he could do and until he bled out he was still in control of his responses. Some used humor, some used anger, others still reasoned, but Ordo...Ordo accepted.

His smile broadened as she she said so much another time and he couldn't help it. His smile turned to a"heh", the "heh" became a "ha" and soon he was softly chuckling while the blood ran from his wound. All the while he never took his eyes away.

 

[Louise]

In hindsight it was hilarious, and by hilarious I mean so tragic it hurt. He thought that death was the merciful path for the waif, and he was right. The future held nothing but horror and hardship for her. Life was never going to get better for Evelynn and there only person in the galaxy willing to grant her the mercy of an end she was carving up like the Sithgiving Turk'ey.

Actually, what was she carving? It was likely to have felt like some kind of pattern to the unfortunate Ordo but it was not. It was a name, her name to be precise.

EVELYNN

A brand for a brand, even if the blonde had demanded hers to be cut out of her neck, leaving behind a strip of marred flesh upon her neck.

While she worked the mute couldn't help but notice the soft laughter that the brute was emitting. My mother laughed, laughed while my father tortured her. Is that your coping mechanism? She took a step back to admire her handiwork, ensuring that she had carved her brand in straight, wouldn't want to start again, would we? A smile dawned upon her face, and happy with her carvings she brought the blade to her own mouth, tongue lashing out to taste Mandalorian blood.

It didn't do her much good, I remember watching her broken body smoulder as her cackles died. I didn't understand how it helped, if it helped.

Returning to the table, she placed the bloody blade down and picked up a large jar with air holes in the lid. Inside there were a curious collection of various insects, kept pacified by Evelynn's beast mastery

Does it help? She asked, sounding like nothing more than a curious child.

[member="Ordo"]

 

[Ordo]

[member="Evelynn"]

"It doesn't matter." He said softly, "you want to hurt me...so do it. I'm at your mercy. Punish me for being the closest thing to freedom you'll ever get. No one cares what happens to the weak little blond girl. I offered you happiness and a clean end but I didn't use you. The pain isn't funny. It's that you're hurting the only person that cared enough about you to put you out of your misery. So get on with it girl. Make me scream and writh. Make me pray for the death that you were robbed of."

He watched her eyes and face. She could hate him. He didn't care. There was nothing to do but accept his fate. When you accept the pain it becomes a part of you and you can move on. There is nothing that can break you when you make it your own. There was nothing that she could do to him that wouldn't be undone in the grave.

'At least when I die I'll leave behind a life of fighting for others, a life of duty without reward.' He thought, 'I would even have protected this creature if she would have asked me too. I can be tortured happily knowing that.'

He looked at the jar and then her face. He smiled again. "Do it girl. Hurt me."

 

[Louise]

Freedom?

The question was posed with a child-like curiosity, she began to unscrew the lid. The girl peered into her jar, wondering which creature she would unleash upon his defenceless body. His bulk suggested that the muscle maggots would have a wonderful time, a glorious feed.

I live in a palace. I'm a Queen. What exactly do you think I'm a prisoner of?

Two decrepit slender fingers poked their way into the parasitic jar, and she called to her maggots, a pair of them who came squirming and worming up her oddly mismatched and tanned digits.

Myself? Her telepathic tones insinuated with a mocking glee.

Clack clack clack, her heels upon the chamber floor as once again she approached his body. Tenderly she placed one of her maggots upon his hulking right shoulder, and she stood there like a mother proud as the maggot attached himself and began to burrow. She loved all creatures, great or small, slimy, with fur, with scales, with teeth, with horns, all creatures garnered genuine love from Evelynn.

With her palm held flat against his abdomen, below her carvings she let the other maggot seek its share of flesh. Burrowing. Searching. They would make their way through his considerable muscles, feasting, ripping. Causing untold amounts of invasive pain, not only that but they also served to weaken. A beautiful combination.

[member="Ordo"]

 

[Ordo]

[member="Evelynn"]

To describe the feeling of small creatures eating their way into a person is a difficult thing. Suffice to say the pain was intense and left you feeling quite helpless. Ordo squeezed his eyes shut for a moment and held his breath. He fought to keep the picture of the little buggers tunneling about from his mind but there it was. His left out a breath he didn't know he was holding and the pain continued. Once again he focused trained his thoughts and accepted the pain. It was now something out off his hands something he couldn't change and therefore background noise. As hard as it was to imagine for some. people lived with pain everyday and simply ignored it. This was no different to Ordo. He let out a sigh and shook his head.

"You're still weak." he said sadly, not looking at her anymore, "They ruined you and promised you power. When do they plan on making you powerful?"

((So sorry I took so long to reply))

 

[Louise]

It was a good thing they had all the time in the world, the Mandalorian was definitely going to be a tough cookie to crack. For a brief moment Evelynn frowned, did she have any plans later on in the day? The week? The month? The frown turned to a self-satisfied smirk. The year? She could cancel them for this special guest.

Taking a step back, she would let the maggots do the leg work for now. Feed. Grow big. Grow strong, and hey, speaking of growing strong..

Do you know something, Mandalorian? I don't think they're ever planning on making me powerful.

What?

With one hand she gestured upwards with a slight flourish before folding her arms across that meagre chest. Her signal sent the maggots upwards, moving closer to his heart. Don't worry, they won't kill. All of Evelynn's creatures were well-behaved, unless instructed otherwise.

Sad, isn't it?
[It's okay, [member="Ordo"], we all forget sometimes]

 

[Ordo]

[member="Evelynn"]

"Gah." Ordo said briefly before swallowing and sighing. Once again he shook his head and focused on his next breath, his next thought, and the next blink of his eyes. Pain was transient it waxed and waned like waves.

"Typical." he said quietly shaking his head and looking down, "Cowards. You should let me take you away, or kill you."

The pain was there and the sensation was nearly as sickening as it was painful. He had felt so many types of pain but this was invasive in a way he'd not felt before. He could feel the creatures change direction inside his muscles, but what was worse he could feel his muscles become less responsive. She was slowly making him weaker, just like her.

"I could have taught you real strength, real power, but then you would have probably just thrown it away."

 

[Louise]

Like a curious child she tilted her head at him, at his prospect of letting him take her away, well, that or kill her. How kind! Can we give him a sainthood? Yes? Saint Ordo the Merciful. Of course, he was to be stripped of his title as he continued to taunt her without mercy. Typical. She took a step forward.

You say in one breath that you would take me away.

Another step, arms still folded, expression incredulous.

Then in the next dismiss me. Oh, you could have helped me, her telepathic voice incredibly mocking now, but what a waste it would have been. You're as bad as them. Who were they? Nemene? Jared? Kaine. Likely. Perhaps worse. They wouldn't fill me with hope like you. She was upon him now, and a strange mismatched hand reached up for his face, before a tanned finger tapped him on the nose playfully.

A waggling of the fingers and the maggots moved again, branching off to feast upon the incredible muscle mass of his shoulders. That would keep them occupied for a while.

Do not fret. I am one for empathy. Soon you will be weak like me. Perhaps even weaker. Suddenly she clapped those hands together, delight in her eyes. Imagine it. Getting pushed around by little flaccid dikut. You'd be my little kitten.

Upon that last ridiculous statement Evelynn burst into a round of raucous laughter, which of course, without vocal chords was a nightmarish chorus of grated rasping.

[member="Ordo"]

 

[Ordo]

[member="Evelynn"]

Ordo shook his head as he felt the creatures she had put in him move and writhe. He had to keep his senses that was what made these things endurable, wits and determination, not physical toughness. He looked at the woman and back at the ground as he swallowed down the pain and accepted it once again.

"The red curtains....when I came in." He began, "Were terrible."

He didn't laugh or try and meet her on her own level. Trying to scare him or excite fear was something he could still fight.

"Why don't any of you Sith choose cream or mauve, black and red don't look good everywhere you know."