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The Torture of Jared Silverclaw – Chat Log 10-14-2010

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WARNING: This story contains excessive violence, nudity and many themes that most people find disturbing and/or sickening. Please do not read if you’re one of these people


Kalina Hala
The screens reveal a white room, seamless walls and a bright, white light that beams down on the only two inhabitants. Jared has been reverted into his homid form, a collar tight on his throat, to keep him in this form lest he strangle himself. His arms and legs are attached to chains so that he is positioned spread-eagle with arms over his head and seperated. At this moment, he is completely unwounded.

Kalina Hala
The demoness is in her female form, beautiful with dark curls and eyes. Her outfit is a white nurse’s outfit with a dark red hospital cross over her heart. Meticulously, she sets instruments aside, flashing a gorgeous smile to the camera between arranging.

Jared Silverhide
-Jared snarls, primally, the sound still deep and wolven despite his homid appearance. He kicks and struggles at his bonds, though not being able to free himself from them no matter how hard he tries. The light around him is blinding yet he feels no fear..Not yet..Only rage as he bellows and roars-

Kalina Hala
“Rock-a-bye wolfy .. on the treetop.. when you scream .. I’ll make you rot ..” Her voice is smooth, lulling, even as she selects a small bowl, steam rising from the top. Her own hands are gloved thickly. “Now .. if you don’t hold still .. we can’t do this right .. first! Say hello to your audience!” She smiles brilliantly at the cameras, winking.

Jared Silverhide
-Jared stares up at the woman, trying his damned hardest to spit at her before rolling his head over to bellow out the ancient war cry of the Silverhides at the top of his lungs-

Jared Silverhide
-he aims it at the cameras, bellowing until his breath cuts short, his pride thrown into every decibel of it-

Kalina Hala
The wolf’s spittle lands on her cheek, but her smile does not waver. “Bad idea .. darling boy.” She carefully hovers the little metal bowl over Jared’s left, naked thigh and tilts it, the golden contents dripping down. The hot oil hisses and spits as it touches the flesh, bubbling the outter layers of the skin and slipping down his sensative inner thigh.

Jared Silverhide
-He bellows in pain, writhing as the oil splashes his thigh, the movement just spreading it further across his leg..He shudders once and clenches his teeth.- That it? COME ON! -He roars up at her, spittle flying from his mouth-

Kalina Hala
Tsks very softly, just as a mother would a child behaving quite wrongly. The small container empty, she sets it aside, grabbing a handful of salt from a bowl and smearing it along the burning wound, pushing down and using it to grit down .. to peel off the layers of skin bubbled from the oil.

Jared Silverhide
-Jared screams again, more spittle flying from his mouth as the salt burns at his burned leg. The skin strips from his leg like a potato and he thrashes, still booming out in his deep voice- I minds may…Cave…But our shields shall never break…Pride shall NEVER falter!!!!

Jared Silverhide

our minds**

Jared Silverhide
-he runs the ancient silverhide mottos over and over in his head to try and blot out the pain, screaming them out as loud as possible-

Kalina Hala
“Pride? Babycakes .. you’re screaming already. Pride? What is pride?” As she speaks, she moves. Her hips waying gently as she picks up a large needle and stabs it into Jared’s chest, injecting him with fluid. His blood feels as if he’s had an infusion of acid, slowly withering in his veins, yet he feels more awake, the pain from his leg throbbing more acutely.

Jared Silverhide
-Her words make him determined as hell not to scream now.He bites down sooo hard on his tongue, gritting his teeth as he becomes so much aware of all that’s happening to him. He shudders once with his large body, finally letting his mouth fall open- Fuck you!

Jared Silverhide
-blood trickles from his mouth from having bitten down so hard on his tongue- Bitch!

Kalina Hala
“I didn’t even have to work to make you bleed .. such a good boy .. lovely boy .. my boy ..” With an audible hiss, she pulls the needle out of his chest, her little pink tongue dabbing at the corner of his mouth to capture the crimson drop, moving too quickly for him to snap at her. She switches instruments once more, grabbing a meat tenderizer. Her hand raises .. and then speeds down on his sternum with more strength than her body should be able to muster.

Jared Silverhide
-he had tried to snap at her anyway, his teeth just swishing through thin air.He still refuses to scream out as the hammer crashes into his sternum, the bone audibly snapping and shattering..His eyes widen..Jaw clenches- And one by one…They..Made their way to….the neverending halls…To reside..with the…ancestors…

Kalina Hala
Her hand swishes down again, then again on his ribs. Between each crack, there is a pause. Five seconds of pause, it never wavers, giving him time enough to feel the agony and then to anticipate the next one. Her expression is a mask of orgasmic pleasure during the blows.

Jared Silverhide
-As each blow crushes into him, cracking every rib one by one he roars out in absoulte agony. But he will not break..Will not beg…He thrashes wildly, blood trickling from his mouth. He bellows one last time with pain, scrunching up his face as he spits a thick mouthful of blood at Kalina’s face-

Kalina Hala
The blood splatters on her face, speckling her perfect skin with flecks of crimson blood. Her eyes blink .. once .. twice .. yet instead of anger, her lips curl in a magnificent smile. “You have a lot of extra blood? We should correct this problem immediately!” Bright white teeth flash for the camera, leaning over her curvy body and digging in her teeth at his right side, just under his ribs. The skin, not usually exposed to the elements, is torn between shark-like teeth, shredded and ripped as she tears out a sizeable chunk and chews noisily, his blood squishing over her lips and dribbling down her breast.

Jared Silverhide
-NOW he roars in agony. He attempts to thrash, but he can’t, his ribs hurt too much, each one shattered, the bone and cartilage exposed on his right side.- You BITCH! YOU CUNT! FUCK! -his hands clench so hard they turn white- I’LL FUCKING KILL YOU! MARK MY WORDS…I’LL KILL YOU! -his eyes flicker for a short moment but he wills himself on, his pride clawing at him like daggers despite his intense pain-

Jared Silverhide
Though..Our minds may cave…Our shields shall…Not break…

Jared Silverhide
our spears will stay sharp… -his vision swims from the pain- the pathway..to the neverending halls…

Kalina Hala
“Tell the camera .. how much you love me. Tell the people watching that you are just a worthless piece of garbage. Tell them that you’re not meant to help anybody.” She punctuates her words by shoving her fist into the hole that her teeth created, wiggling her fingers until they just tickle and move his broken ribs, her fingernails sharpened into little knife points.

Jared Silverhide
-He screeches, the sound so chilling, those in the tavern can actually feel it, feel his ribs grind and move. Feel his scream, his agony…He lets his head crash back, lolling to the side to view the camera, almost pleading..Almost…He crunches down on his tongue and teeth again, his racked voice a hiss- Friends…Of the tavern…I may not…be…meant….to…help…anybody

Jared Silverhide
But I will…So fuck….this….bitch….Fuck her!

Jared Silverhide
-he starts to cough violenty, blood spurting from his mouth-

Kalina Hala
“Fuck me? You [b]do[/b] love me! How thoughtful. Tell them that you are a piece of garbage.” Her hand starts inching inside of him, shoving aside the tightly packed organs as her arm sinks into his flesh. The angle of her arm changes until the camera can pick up movement beneathe the skin of his stomach, they can see individual fingers rubbing under the thin skin, her pale arm gone to nearly her elbow, blood sliding lovingly down her arm and dripping to the floor.

Jared Silverhide
-he hisses, spittle and blood flying, coating Kalina’s arm..His breath comes in thick, gasping moans, like he cannot suck in enough air to feed his lungs…His innards explode with pain as she pushes aside his organs, blood splashing from the crevice in his side. He feels the need to pass out but he doesnt…He forces himself to stay awake…Wills it..- I….Am….Garbage…Hellifyno’s garbage…A warrior….A proud Silverhide…A soldier….I will not break, no no no no no no!…no no no no

Jared Silverhide
-his body is limp as if flops back and forth on the table- no no no no…Will cave…Shield…never shatter

Kalina Hala
One finger, only one crimson digit, pieces the flesh of his belly, wiggling as the flesh slides around it on all sides. She leaves the limb inside him for a moment, letting him feel the pressure build inside of his system, the fullness of his body. Very slowly, she pulls her arm out the same passage that it entered, turning her back to the camera to wipe off the blood and prepare. “Tell me that you love me. Tell me you want more.”

Jared Silverhide
-Jared is deathly still, he doesnt move, his chest rising and falling like a drum beat, big heavy movements, gasping, sucking at the air, his eyes roll back in their sockets..Blood pours out of the crevice Kalina’s arm just left. He’s too pained, too tired even to move now.- I…Could…Always love….a bitch….like -gasps even more- yourself… -bloods trickles from his mouth halting his words for a moment- I do want more….Bring it….Show me….what…You…got….Bitch…

Kalina Hala
“Well .. since you asked!” The drug that she had injected him with should keep him wide awake, his body refusing to numb to the abuse. Her fingers close around a metal contraption, skipping merrily to his head and fitting it around him, locking his lulling head into the device and moving in front of the camera. When she moves away once more, Jared is wearing the metal device around his head, two clamps clasping each lower and upper lid of his eyes and holding them wide open, unable to blink or jerk his head out of it.

Jared Silverhide
-he doesn’t struggle, he doesnt fight. He knows deep down its no use now anyway. His eyes are stretched wide open, the glaring white light of the room so bright.He tries to slam them shut but cant- Shields….Will…never shatter…

Jared Silverhide
follow me…brothers…. -his silverhide chants the only thing keeping him from concentrating solely on the blinding pain-

Kalina Hala
“Rock-a-bye wolfy .. on the treetop ..” She sings as she grabs a .. a spoon, ignoring his chanting as if she could not hear anything that he says. Her pink little tongue dabs across her lips, lowing the spoon and shoving it in the middle of his right eye, forcing the dull, metal edge through the pupil, the jellied organ, and to the back of his skull. Jared can hear the scraping of the spoon on his bone as she scoops out that one spoonful and tugs it out of the socket, raising it to plop in her mouth, squelching it. Her head is tilted, as though she’s considering the taste, discerning it.

Jared Silverhide
-NOW he screams, his body despite its crushing injuries rocks and shakes…His scream can be heard barreling into the tavern, washing over the spectators like a thunderstorm- FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! -he screams again, the scream merging into a rasping howl-

Jared Silverhide
never shatter…shield…silverhide… -he mumbles over and over without reason, without meaning-

Kalina Hala
She doesn’t wait for his bout of screaming to end, turning her spoon and dipping it in the same eye, scooping out the other half and bringing the half eye to her lips to take into her mouth. The spoon returns to the eye to get a spoonful of crimson blood, licking it off the spoon like one would gravy. Deftly, she moves to the other side of his body, making sure the camera is still displaying perfectly before she lets the spoon hover over his other eye for a whole minute. Anticipation building .. and then climaxing as the spoon pieces this eye as well, digging out half and eating that as well. She savors each bite, eyes closing to enjoy the delectable dish, made twice so by her screaming prisoner.

Jared Silverhide

-again he kicks and struggles, his body is battered and bleeding, destroyed beyond all repair, but the sheer intensity of the pain he is now feeling, having his eyeballs scooped out in halves makes him rock, convulsing naturally..He spits blood.He can’t see…Cant see anything..so much pain..the light its gone…Another bloodcurdling scream pierces the room, audible in the tavern, screeching around, a howl of pure agony.-

Jared Silverhide
My eyes… -he croaks in both pain and a sudden stab of panic- my eyes my eyes my eyes

Kalina Hala
“No .. my eyes. They’re in my belly now, nourishing me, providing me with health to live another day. Isn’t that delightful?” No matter that he may not hear her, no matter that his mind may not register her words. Her spoon digs in to scoop out the last portion, jerking on it painfully to get out the bit and slurping it into her mouth. She allows herself another moment to savor the treats, and then she’s moving again, grabbing a jar from under the table and pulling out one .. eyeball. The eyeball squirms and jerks in her hand, as if alive. The pupil is slit like a cat’s would be while the iris is the color of fresh celery. The demoness coos in a low, loving voice .. positioning the eye, the FAE eye, over one of Jared’s eye sockets. When her fingers release it, the little sphere jumps out of her hand and snakes into the empty socket, squirming as it forces itself into place. A burning tingle crashes over Jared’s nerves as the orb seeks to align itself .. and with a flare of agony, it does.

Jared Silverhide
-He can feel every nerve burning as the eye sinks into his socket, his chants no longer serve him any purpose, he just rocks back and forth as the fae eyeball sinks into the empty,bloody socket. He gasps more, he can’t even breath he’s in that much pain…his hands ball into fists so hard that his nails bite into the palms, lines of blood trickling down. The pain is so great he cannot even scream. Can’t howl. Its chilling as he just lies there only his rasping breathing audible as his huge chest pumps up and down, blood pooling everywhere around him-

Jared Silverhide
raspy**

Kalina Hala
Reverently, she pulls out another eyeball, this one an eerie pale blue with a round pupil. “You won’t be matching for the coming fashion collection .. but I heard mismatching is all the rage these days. Is that all right with you? Yes? Perfect!” She lowers this eyeball to the empy left socket, dropping the writhing ball so that it can sink into position. As this eye connects to the nerves, to his brain .. he begins .. to see. He no longer sees a white room, his vision constantly shifts. One moment, it is full of nightmarish shadows that chortle at his condition, another moment and the room is covered in blood. Shapes are not the same. He .. can barely see Kalina though she stands right before him. The eyes feel foreign, wrong, heavy and burning as if they had been replaced with hot liquid metal instead of organs.

Jared Silverhide
-he tries to close his eyes but he can’t, they are still stretched open.He can’t scream, can’t speak. The pain is overwhelming yet it wont be numbed. His chest continues to rise and crash back down.He spits more blood and hisses in agony, his new eyes darting sluggishly in their molten sockets as he looks around.He tries to snarl at the shadows he sees but can’t. Then they are replaced with blood, everything dripping with it. Coated with it. Like someones thrown a bucket of blood right in his face. His vision is not his own and panic eats at him. For the first time in his life Jared Silverhide feels fear. True fear, made known as his body jerks violently once-

Jared Silverhide
-out of his tear ducts drips a few single tears, something no-one has ever seen him do before. Cry.- I’m sorry. I’m sorry. -again his voice is a pained gasp- sorry. So sorry

Jared Silverhide
-despite the agony and the mind fuck, he hangs onto the last remnants of his pride even if he is crying. He hasn’t screamed or begged…Like a true Silverhide. A few more tears patter onto the work bench he’s on-

Kalina Hala
The demon smiles for the cameras and turns to give them her full attention. “This, my pets, is why you should always hold hands when crossing the streets. I look forward to seeing each of you in the same position.” She wiggles her fingers and turn the camera so the last image is of Jared’s ruined body .. his tearing face. The feed abruptly cuts out.

1 Comment
  1. Francesco Dovanic 9 years ago

    Bravo! Bravo I say, this is by far the most exhilarating  story I have ever read, your work simply speaks to me, your style of roleplay enraptures my very soul.

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