The screams were ringing through the dungeon, music to a certain drow's ears. A close look revealed all manner of torture tools, ranging from simple to extravagant, all kept as clean as if they belonged in a hospital.

"Don't faint yet, my pretty little toy. I haven't even gotten to the best part yet."

Past a corridor, showed a bloody and cut elf chained to the wall, clothing covering the bare necessities.

"Please... just kill me..."

A crazed gleam appeared in the drow's eyes, which, combined with the blood staining his clothes and his very skin, made him appear every bit the deadly predator.

"Now, now my pretty. What would be fun in that?"

-TORTURE SCEEN-

Placing the elf on a hard, wooden table, Kon grabbed a simple tool, similar to a small pair of tweezers, he carefully slipped the instrument between the elf’s index fingernail and the nail bed, savoring her pleads for mercy, before slowly pushing down on the tool, causing the finger nails to be painfully lifted up. Her beautiful screams echoed through the chamber, her back arching.

"So beautiful. Don’t worry; i won't hurt your face, not yet anyway. I want to savor your beauty, before i rip it from you."

"Please... i don't know anything!"

A deep chuckle echoed through the room, the drow shaking his head.

"I know that, my dear. I just love hearing your beautiful screams."

The elf’s eyes widened and watered her expression of one in shocked disbelief. Savoring her suffering, the sadistic drow repeated the process slowly on each finger, pushing down quickly at the end in order to snap the nail off. He then reached for a bottle, pouring it down on the crying elf’s fingers, who screamed with absolute pain at the moment of contact.

"We can't have you getting sick. You’ll die much too quickly."

Putting the alcohol bottle down, he grabbed a torch and a small dagger.

"I suggest you don't move. This can get messy if i miss."

He tied down each of her fingers, carefully placing the dagger as to cut off the end of a single finger. The elf screamed her loudest scream yet, struggling and pleading to be free. Paying the screams only the attention he needed to enjoy them, he pushed down on the dagger, removing the first digit of her index finger, before bringing the torch to keep her from bleeding to death. He noticed that her body was responding minimally, and put down his tools, frowning when he realized that she went into shock.

-END TORTURE SCEEN-

"I had such high hopes for you. Ah well. GUARDS!"

Two very reluctant men came into the chamber, almost spilling their lunch when they saw the elf.

"Take this trash out, and get me someone with a high pain tolerance."