[hider=Read Me] If you do not want to read a post about torture. The two captured Swiftwaves are interrogated and one talks.[/hider]

[b][center]Lalaifia, the 6th of Gerna 1200 AU - 06.03.1200
An Argentum Safehouse, Lalaifia[/center][/b]

"Tell us."
"Confess."
"Tell us everything."
"Confess your sins."
"Tell us who they are."
"If you are innocent you have nothing to fear."
"Nothing to fear from us."
"We are humble servants."
"Name the leaders."
"Confess."

Words with the beautiful dulcet tones of angels sounded in the woman's ears as her captors spoke, words that soothed and prodded in a litany of pressure, but delightful pressure. It would be so easy to give them what they wanted, to speak the names, to confess. But she didn't.

The pair of inquisitors frowned at each other across the woman's restrained and blindfolded body. Normally there would be no restraint with a suspected heretic from the hated Kawachia. But the Inquisitor Generals had ordered that the woman not be physically broken. There were other methods, and if their siren words and touch alone could not mold Daena Swiftwave's mind they would use them. But for now the litany began again and hands began their dance upon fair flesh, drawing forth sounds of pleasure as they applied their native magic once more. 

"Confess."
"Tell us who the leaders are."
"Confess your sins."
"Where are the heretics?"
"Tell us everything"

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In another room was a man tied up with his arms and legs stretched out to their fullest lengths. He was bound hand and foot to a set of pillars by tight chains. He body already showed signs of abuse, lash marks adorned his flesh along with burns and shallow cuts. Such scant mercy as the Inquisition had shown Daena Swiftwave wasn't being lavished upon her brother.

"Who do you worship?" The inquistor's musical voice rose to a frenzyingly high pitch as he yelled from behind the shroud that covered his face. But there was no answer. The golden robed Vaelie whipped out his hand in a casual motion, sending the golden lash of Vaelor forth to strike the infidel with a delightful crack. A thin line of crimson blood trickled from the broken skin and the man screamed.

"Who leads the heretics?"

The only answer came as the man spat in the inquisitor's direction. And then gracefully the lash cracked across the space again to deliver another searing bolt of pain. 

And a new voice whispered into the man's ear. Her voice was delightful, like liquid warmth that soothed and caressed in ways that caused a stirring... "Just tell us and it will all stop. Give us the names and this will be over." But the man shook his head. Then he screamed as his skin tore again. A long thin blade sliced off a strip of flesh from his arm. Blood welled from the wound as the female vaelie dangled the strip of flesh in front of the man's face.

"I could make you eat it." She crooned in that voice again, "Make you love it, I could twist you up so much that you would welcome death as a release from depravity." And a lithe body pressed against his from behind as the hand dangling the strip of flesh stayed before his face. "Name a heretic, just start with one."

But the man did not cooperate and lashed his head back, striking the Vaelie in the face as she drew back with a startled hissing sound of displeasure. Her male counterpart cracked the whip again several times leaving new welts across the man's battered body and she walked around to stand before him.

She pulled aside the shroud the obscured her face, and stared into the man's eyes. Deep pools of molten gold grabbed at his mind as she smiled and lifted the flesh again. "Eat." She crooned in that silky voice that sent shudders through him even as his mouth opened unconsciously. Then he tasted himself and gagged but the eyes held him fast and he choked it down while the woman's smile only grew.

"To behold the suffering of the heretic is to be closest to the divine flame." This time it was the male who spoke as the whip cracked once more. And then he walked away, over towards a brazier where tools glowed red hot from the warmth.

Another scream as the knife sliced away another strip of flesh from the chest, rivulets of blood running down formerly chiseled muscles as the careful slices avoided causing real damage. "All you have to do is tell me a name, just one name." The silver skinned beauty crooned as she lifted the strip of bloody flesh to her own mouth and began to eat with obvious relish. "Is that so hard?" blood splattered a bit upon silver skin as she chewed. "What should I take next?" 

But before she could go any farther the man finally broke. "The Viceroy... Viceroy Ryan Swiftwave. I swear it. Please, I swear. Stop, oh by the holy fire stop." 

"You have confessed to knowing of a heretic. You have failed to report all signs of heresy to the Argentum. For that you shall burn. Vaelor and Vaela show no mercy." Both inquisitors spoke as one then and the screaming began again.