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least affected by it. As she languidly draws the pattern, more Umbral Power flows erotically along her tattoos. When she completes the spell pattern, Elan'fer'sha launches it at me with a flick of her wrist.
I do not know whether or not the Throd'nahk was lying about the collar debilitating me if I attack a DokkAlfar, and this is not the time to test it. I try to dodge the spell pattern, but the Umbral Power is faster than it appears and follows my movements. As it hits my chest, tendrils spread out encircling my chest and throat. I can still move my head, but for all the feeling I have of them, my arms and legs may as well not exist.
Elan'fer'sha's lurid smile turns into a snarl, and she clenches her fist.
Everywhere the Umbral Power is touching me, it feels like acid is burning into my body. My chest and neck are filled with agonizing pain. It is worse than being burned alive, but I clench my teeth refusing to scream.
As Elan'fer'sha whips her arm toward the altar, I am slammed against it. I have no control over my body and cannot resist in any way. It feels like three of my ribs crack on impact with the altar, but the pain is nothing compared to what the Umbral Power is doing to me.
Stalking over to the altar, Elan'fer'sha picks up the helm of my armor, with the mask attached to it, and smashes it into my face a half-dozen times. Her strength is nothing compared to a combat adept, but she still breaks my nose and tears up the skin of my face.
Her voice is an enraged shriek, but still beautiful. “You are the Maker of this! Why is Talon's face cast into your helm? What is your connection to Talon?”
Talon? Oh, Fuck! That vision of Talon fighting in the arena. Was this cunt his owner?
“A memorial for the dead.”
Shrieking wordlessly, Elan'fer'sha pounds my face with the mask some more, until the mask has turned red with my blood.
My head is ringing, and dizziness is making it hard to focus.
“What is your connection to Talon? Why did you make a memorial for him?”
I stare at Elan'fer'sha dazedly, trying to think of a coherent lie. I have slipped up too many times, and too many people have already figured out that I was Talon. I do not want this psychotic cunt to know it too.
“He saved my life. More times than I can count, he saved my life.”
Elan'fer'sha's eyes narrow coldly. “I had agents keeping track of Talon. There was never a report of a scarred freak like you around him. Unless . . . the Possessed. Talon became a Possessed. You are not a Possessed, but you are connected to them. How are you connected to the Possessed?”
Fuck me. This cunt is smart and knows too many things for my own good. What do I tell her? How do I lie my way out of this?
“I am right. You know about the Possessed. I can see it in your eyes.”
Elan'fer'sha shoves my armor off the altar, and with a wave of her hand, she lifts me into the air and drops me on the altar. After she moves out of my line of sight, the sound of stone grinding on stone reaches my ears twice.
When she comes back into my field of view, Elan'fer'sha has two vials held negligently between her fingers. Her lurid smile is back on her face. She pokes her finger into one of the cuts on my face and paints her pale lips crimson, with my blood.
“You are going to tell me what I want to know. You will tell me everything I want to know.” She unstoppers the two vials. Forcing my jaws open with the Umbral spell that is controlling my body, she pours the contents of both vials down my throat.
Searing pain fills my face and my broken ribs, forcing me to clench my teeth.
“One of those is a healing potion. It is far more effective than the trash you monkeys make in the Battleground of Slaves. The other is an aphrodisiac. With pleasure and pain, I will learn all that you know.”
You Cannot Kill Her
*** Gor'achen Citadel (Over Tallifer) - Battleground of the Damned ***
Return: Day 140
“It will only require ten or so thousandths for the aphrodisiac
I do not know whether or not the Throd'nahk was lying about the collar debilitating me if I attack a DokkAlfar, and this is not the time to test it. I try to dodge the spell pattern, but the Umbral Power is faster than it appears and follows my movements. As it hits my chest, tendrils spread out encircling my chest and throat. I can still move my head, but for all the feeling I have of them, my arms and legs may as well not exist.
Elan'fer'sha's lurid smile turns into a snarl, and she clenches her fist.
Everywhere the Umbral Power is touching me, it feels like acid is burning into my body. My chest and neck are filled with agonizing pain. It is worse than being burned alive, but I clench my teeth refusing to scream.
As Elan'fer'sha whips her arm toward the altar, I am slammed against it. I have no control over my body and cannot resist in any way. It feels like three of my ribs crack on impact with the altar, but the pain is nothing compared to what the Umbral Power is doing to me.
Stalking over to the altar, Elan'fer'sha picks up the helm of my armor, with the mask attached to it, and smashes it into my face a half-dozen times. Her strength is nothing compared to a combat adept, but she still breaks my nose and tears up the skin of my face.
Her voice is an enraged shriek, but still beautiful. “You are the Maker of this! Why is Talon's face cast into your helm? What is your connection to Talon?”
Talon? Oh, Fuck! That vision of Talon fighting in the arena. Was this cunt his owner?
“A memorial for the dead.”
Shrieking wordlessly, Elan'fer'sha pounds my face with the mask some more, until the mask has turned red with my blood.
My head is ringing, and dizziness is making it hard to focus.
“What is your connection to Talon? Why did you make a memorial for him?”
I stare at Elan'fer'sha dazedly, trying to think of a coherent lie. I have slipped up too many times, and too many people have already figured out that I was Talon. I do not want this psychotic cunt to know it too.
“He saved my life. More times than I can count, he saved my life.”
Elan'fer'sha's eyes narrow coldly. “I had agents keeping track of Talon. There was never a report of a scarred freak like you around him. Unless . . . the Possessed. Talon became a Possessed. You are not a Possessed, but you are connected to them. How are you connected to the Possessed?”
Fuck me. This cunt is smart and knows too many things for my own good. What do I tell her? How do I lie my way out of this?
“I am right. You know about the Possessed. I can see it in your eyes.”
Elan'fer'sha shoves my armor off the altar, and with a wave of her hand, she lifts me into the air and drops me on the altar. After she moves out of my line of sight, the sound of stone grinding on stone reaches my ears twice.
When she comes back into my field of view, Elan'fer'sha has two vials held negligently between her fingers. Her lurid smile is back on her face. She pokes her finger into one of the cuts on my face and paints her pale lips crimson, with my blood.
“You are going to tell me what I want to know. You will tell me everything I want to know.” She unstoppers the two vials. Forcing my jaws open with the Umbral spell that is controlling my body, she pours the contents of both vials down my throat.
Searing pain fills my face and my broken ribs, forcing me to clench my teeth.
“One of those is a healing potion. It is far more effective than the trash you monkeys make in the Battleground of Slaves. The other is an aphrodisiac. With pleasure and pain, I will learn all that you know.”
You Cannot Kill Her
*** Gor'achen Citadel (Over Tallifer) - Battleground of the Damned ***
Return: Day 140
“It will only require ten or so thousandths for the aphrodisiac
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