Post by Aer on Jul 2, 2015 18:30:05 GMT -8
"Hit him again."
Hakka came to, coughing up blood as he sat, tied to a chair, battered and bruised. He was barely able to see out of one eye, as the other had swollen up to the size of an acorn, yet he still managed to see his torturer, the Chiss. A lovely figure, she was, complete with haphazard hair, a scar that went across her mouth, and a smell that could only reminisce him of cheap Tihaar. Very cheap Tihaar.
And he hated it.
"I can do this all day, pal." the Chiss grinned, landing another right hook against Hakka's face.
It was all he could do to not spit in her face. He had earlier, and that resulted in some unsuccessful results. Hakka looked down at his bloody stump, where his left hand used to be. He was accustomed to pain, but even he had limits.
"Ah told ye'...." He sobbed, spitting out blood with every word. "I didn't kno' they'd kal' Luckeh'!"
"You don't have to tell us, sweetheart, we know it all." Another female voice ran out, her southern drawl piercing into his very soul.
"PLEASE!" He screamed out, "JUST LET ME LI-"
His voice would stop as the Chiss hit him one more time right into the mouth, letting several of his teeth fly from his gums.
"We understand..." A third voice whispered from the shadows, the Cajun accent intoxicatingly painful to hear.
"Yet you failed to even achieve this small task, boy. I believe in secon' chances. I'm a fair man...yet I don't believe in third chances..."
"Please, boss, I swearuh, I'll kill 'em the next time! Just let me live!" Hakka pleaded, his head turning around to find the owner of the voice.
A figure would emerge in front of him, his helmet lined with teeth and trophies, the brown lights of his visor glowing bright. He gave a small chuckle as he looked at the Chiss.
"Cut out his tongue." He said, turning around lazily. "He's pleaded enough."
The Chiss nodded eagerly at the figure before looking back at Hakka, taking a serrated knife from her gauntlet. "With...pleasure..." She said, the words slowly dripping from her voice like honey, licking the edge of the blade with her tongue.
The last thing that Hakka would remember was the burning hot taste of metal in his mouth.