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foreboding tone. “Hook up the machine, Rylie.”
“Machine?” There was fear in Sawain's voice.
From behind him, he could hear metal being dragged across stone in concert with Rylie's grunts of effort to do so. There was a cranking sound and what sounded like sand being poured into a container. Next, a gurgling and churning of water. After a few more seconds. Rylie's voice piped up.
“It's ready! Strip the prisoner!”
This made Sawain's blood run cold. So many insecurities piled upon him that he would not have been able to move even if Syd did not have him in a vice grip. Axel stepped forward and produced a knife. Sawain found his voice again.
“Wait a minute guys, what are you doing? Why can't you just let me--”
With a single deft movement, Axel slashed Sawain's tunic, completely severing it from top to bottom. There was more tussling and struggling as Sawain closed his eyes tight, ashamed of being stripped naked. Soon he was completely disrobed, his tattered clothes lying on a heap in the floor. Axel made a twirling gesture with his knife.
“Turn him around Syd. Both of ye might want to close yer eyes. Don't want this stuff getting in them.”
Syd obeyed Axel wordlessly and turned his captive around to face Rylie. Rylie was standing beside a strange machine with a large cube-like base. A hose ran from it to the tub of water. Another hose ran from the machine to Rylie's right hand. A brass nozzle pointed at Sawain. Rylie's left hand pumped a handle on top of the machine. Sawain stared warily at the machine.
“W-what is that thing?” He asked.
Rylie grinned as he twisted the nozzle. “Nothing nice.”
A jet of foamy water shot forth from the nozzle and truck Sawain in the chest. The pressure was fairly intense, but what knocked the breath out of Sawain was the icy chill in the water coupled with the intense stinging of the foam. As soon as it hit, a frigid wave crashed over him followed quickly by a blaze of hellfire. He screamed in agonized pain as the stream of foam water moved from place to place on his body, filling the gashes and lacerations with the terrible foam. Sawain was in tears as he was flipped around and the process repeated. The foam punched into his back, washing out rocks and dirt that were still embedded in his skin. Instead of relief, he felt the acidic sting of the foam water rip his wounds open afresh.
He screamed like a wild animal, forgetting how to use words as Axel approached him. Sawain tensed up as the harsh brush scrubbed his flesh, peeling and rending it from his back. The process was repeated on his front side. He gnashed and slavered as Axel scrubbed every part of his body. He snapped at the dwarf, only wanting to kill him, bite into his throat, spill his blood. This made it particularly hard for Axel to scrub his hair and face, though he managed with help from Syd. Pure rage filled his lungs as he screamed at Axel, finally finding some of the baser words in his vocabulary. After what felt like an eternity, Axel backed away from Sawain, holding the bloodied brush aloft. He studied Sawain like a sculptor would study his masterpiece. After a moment, he nodded in satisfaction.
“Okay, Rylie, Rinse him off.”
Rylie switched his hose to another feed, secured it, then charged the pump.
“This is going to be cold, but it'll feel better after I'm done.”
With that, another jet of Ice water hit Sawain with great force. The water was cold only for a moment, but soon went numb. Sawain's blood curdling screams lost their fervor as well. Once Rylie's work was done, Sawain did feel much better, though he was still furious. He growled angrily at Syd.
“Let me go, I'll kill you all.”
“What for?” Syd's voice cooed gently in his ear, like the voice of a father reassuring his child, “For making you smell and feel better?”
Syd's grip broke and Sawain fell to the ground, having used up a lot of his energy fighting against the much stronger elf. When he got to his
“Machine?” There was fear in Sawain's voice.
From behind him, he could hear metal being dragged across stone in concert with Rylie's grunts of effort to do so. There was a cranking sound and what sounded like sand being poured into a container. Next, a gurgling and churning of water. After a few more seconds. Rylie's voice piped up.
“It's ready! Strip the prisoner!”
This made Sawain's blood run cold. So many insecurities piled upon him that he would not have been able to move even if Syd did not have him in a vice grip. Axel stepped forward and produced a knife. Sawain found his voice again.
“Wait a minute guys, what are you doing? Why can't you just let me--”
With a single deft movement, Axel slashed Sawain's tunic, completely severing it from top to bottom. There was more tussling and struggling as Sawain closed his eyes tight, ashamed of being stripped naked. Soon he was completely disrobed, his tattered clothes lying on a heap in the floor. Axel made a twirling gesture with his knife.
“Turn him around Syd. Both of ye might want to close yer eyes. Don't want this stuff getting in them.”
Syd obeyed Axel wordlessly and turned his captive around to face Rylie. Rylie was standing beside a strange machine with a large cube-like base. A hose ran from it to the tub of water. Another hose ran from the machine to Rylie's right hand. A brass nozzle pointed at Sawain. Rylie's left hand pumped a handle on top of the machine. Sawain stared warily at the machine.
“W-what is that thing?” He asked.
Rylie grinned as he twisted the nozzle. “Nothing nice.”
A jet of foamy water shot forth from the nozzle and truck Sawain in the chest. The pressure was fairly intense, but what knocked the breath out of Sawain was the icy chill in the water coupled with the intense stinging of the foam. As soon as it hit, a frigid wave crashed over him followed quickly by a blaze of hellfire. He screamed in agonized pain as the stream of foam water moved from place to place on his body, filling the gashes and lacerations with the terrible foam. Sawain was in tears as he was flipped around and the process repeated. The foam punched into his back, washing out rocks and dirt that were still embedded in his skin. Instead of relief, he felt the acidic sting of the foam water rip his wounds open afresh.
He screamed like a wild animal, forgetting how to use words as Axel approached him. Sawain tensed up as the harsh brush scrubbed his flesh, peeling and rending it from his back. The process was repeated on his front side. He gnashed and slavered as Axel scrubbed every part of his body. He snapped at the dwarf, only wanting to kill him, bite into his throat, spill his blood. This made it particularly hard for Axel to scrub his hair and face, though he managed with help from Syd. Pure rage filled his lungs as he screamed at Axel, finally finding some of the baser words in his vocabulary. After what felt like an eternity, Axel backed away from Sawain, holding the bloodied brush aloft. He studied Sawain like a sculptor would study his masterpiece. After a moment, he nodded in satisfaction.
“Okay, Rylie, Rinse him off.”
Rylie switched his hose to another feed, secured it, then charged the pump.
“This is going to be cold, but it'll feel better after I'm done.”
With that, another jet of Ice water hit Sawain with great force. The water was cold only for a moment, but soon went numb. Sawain's blood curdling screams lost their fervor as well. Once Rylie's work was done, Sawain did feel much better, though he was still furious. He growled angrily at Syd.
“Let me go, I'll kill you all.”
“What for?” Syd's voice cooed gently in his ear, like the voice of a father reassuring his child, “For making you smell and feel better?”
Syd's grip broke and Sawain fell to the ground, having used up a lot of his energy fighting against the much stronger elf. When he got to his
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