The market

[Maero]

"I-I cant..please Master, you have to leave, this is the worst time!" She cried, clearly upset, but still completely loyal to Alex, wanting only the best for her former master. She did not want him to see who was being whipped beyond the door because it would cause trouble for him not for her, though it actually could cause her tons of trouble.

If Alex ignored her and barged into the door he would find himself in a dungeon looking room with shelves packed full of tools of bondage and torture, both sexual and not. There, in the center, Arkurus was whipping bloody red lines out of the back of a dark elf male. His long red hair hung about his head, his arms and legs suspended above him in chains. Blood dripped from his hair and back...in fact his hair was not red at all, it was white like Tiff's, but soaked in his own blood.

He grunted with each whip, but did not cry out, his teeth clenched tightly as he struggled hard to not bite off his own tongue. The damage done to him was hard to measure, the tatters of his clothes leaving little the imagination. Though both eyes were closed, one of his eyes was bleeding heavily, and for all intents and purposes it seemed that Arkurus was intent on whipping the elven youth to death.

Aled did not know this elf, he could leave now while he had the chance, since he had not been spotted yet. Tiff would not look, could not look, and remained in the other room weeping softly. Although Alex had never seen the elf before in his life, he would find him strangely familiar...