10-25-2009, 10:41 AM
The Master looked at the torture room, and his nose was filled with the smell of blood, pain, and suffering. It was disgusting, he found, as he looked at the non sexual torture equipment. He shook his head, ridding himself of thoughts of this place and left Tal at the door.
He followed the sounds of rattling chains, and soon came to the strange female. He watched as she grit her teeth, looking at him, and asked him who he was. "I am the Orc Master of the North. Everything that once belonged to the man who hurt you, belongs to me, now," he stated. He then looked at her chains, and then her body, before looking into her eyes. "Who are you, and why are you down in this...wretched place?"
He hated any sort of torture that was not sexual. He found it to be honor less, and barbaric. He at least had honor in his form of torture...
He followed the sounds of rattling chains, and soon came to the strange female. He watched as she grit her teeth, looking at him, and asked him who he was. "I am the Orc Master of the North. Everything that once belonged to the man who hurt you, belongs to me, now," he stated. He then looked at her chains, and then her body, before looking into her eyes. "Who are you, and why are you down in this...wretched place?"
He hated any sort of torture that was not sexual. He found it to be honor less, and barbaric. He at least had honor in his form of torture...