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[color=E8113C][sub]October 9th, 528 - 12:15am[/sub][/color] 


[h2][color=E8113C]Execution level, Hallway - Hasgad Holding Facility[/color][/h2][/center]

The door to the second level closed with barely a peep, leaving the infiltration team safe inside the stairwell without the lackluster security aware of their presence. A faint drip echoed through the stairwell, and the stench of mildew hung heavy in the stagnant air. The concrete stairs were stained and brown streaked the walls from up high, like water running down the walls. 

The hallway outside the stairwell, exiting barely ten feet off the primary entrance to the execution chamber, was podmarked with sear spots and long, sharp gashes in the floor. The iron double doors sat directly across from the elevator, and were each pressed with the symbol of the Sinnenodel family. There was no other movement in the hallway and the group stepped out just in time to hear the elevator come to a halt, the floor display reading a bright red 2. 

A moment later, muffled screaming came from beyond the doors.

[center][h2][color=E8113C]Execution Level, Execution Chamber - Hasgad Holding Facility[/color][/h2][/center]

Inquisitor Hasgad looked downright disappointed at Roan. [color=9063FE]“Freak? I’ve killed three year olds with more creativity than that. I guess I shocked too many brain cells, hm? I always tell myself not to get so carried away, but it’s so hard to keep my composure at the end.”[/color] Hasgad sighed, patting Roan’s head like a dog before gesturing at one of the guards. The one on the interior entrance snapped to attention, scuttling over. [color=9063FE]“Hook this useless sack of shit down right in front of our VIP guest.”[/color] The guard complied, moving the broken Dylan around so we couldn’t be able to fight back. He stared at Roan with vacant eyes, dried tear tracks on his cheeks and any hope long tortured out of him. 

[color=9063FE]“Since this is my last execution for a while, I need to make sure I have fond memories of my time here at my facility. Our normal methods just seemed a little boring, so I came up with something new and exciting.”[/color] Hasgad explained to Roan, sending a vicious shock through Dylan. He screamed, spasming. He slumped again when the Inquisitor moved his finger away, spitting out the blood from where he bit himself. [color=9063FE]“So I came up with a little audience participation game. This is how it goes. I keep your friend here on the verge of consciousness as I torture him for our amusement,”[/color] Hasgad gestured between himself and Roan, [color=9063FE]“And when you think he’s had enough, you beg me to kill him. Of course, it has to be convincing and eager and all those fun things, or I’ll just ignore you. I’ve been using the table over there, but I just don’t feel like Dylan here got the full experience. I wanted to make sure Dylan here knows that you’re the reason he’s in pain, or dying. I want to make sure he hears you begging for him to die, or failing to do so, in his last moments.”[/color] Hasgad placed a hand on Dylan’s shoulder, unperturbed by his prisoner’s writhing. He let it go on a little while longer than his previous zap before he took his hand away. Dylan couldn’t even raise his head as he took heaving breaths.

[color=9063FE]“Should I kill him yet, traitor?”[/color] Hasgad asked sweetly, lightning already crackling between his fingers.