Thread: Worlds Collide [HeavenSundered x Inwiththebooks]

Izumi was clearly quite the proud creature so after a good bit of silence the Empress withdrew the iron from the wall and held it up before her. Her eyes wandered down the womans form for a good spot to place the mark, opting for the small of her back. It would both maximize the amount of pain felt and provide a nicely visible mark. This was hardly her first time branding her property and she doubted it would be the last time. With adrenaline pumping in her veins Selana pressed forward and pushed the iron to Izumis flesh hard. The iron hissed loudly as flesh was marked under intense heat, the woman holding it firmly upon the warrior. It was a few moments in when the screaming started, a primal sound of the purest and rawest pain as the hot iron worked upon the slave. She squirmed and writhed and tried to distance herself from the source of her pain to no avail. Selana felt no pity in her heart for the creature and simply continued to hold the brand there until she was certain the mark was well made. After that point was reached the Empress removed the brand and placed it back on the bed of coals with a smirk. It was accurate to say that Selana had something of a sadistic streak to her name. She enjoyed torture and interrogation, not for the pain it caused but for the chance to utterly break down a person to their base form. Human beings were generally weak willed creatures at their core, seeking to fulfill the same base needs as animals. When a person arrived in this room they were generally defiant, looking upon the bloodstains and gouges on the walls and vowing that they would never break. That was absurd naturally eventually everyone had their breaking point. Finding it helped her understand humanity better, which made her better suited to one day unite them all under her banner. The woman uncoiled a wicked looking whip from the wall, hefting its handle in her hands and taking a few practice swings. A good starting point to work from in terms of torture, a military penalty and punishment for breaches in protocol. It worked just as well to keep slaves in line with their mistress wishes. Selana moved back around behind the foreigner, her eyes trailing over the fresh brand made on her skin. It marked her from now onwards as a slave to the Imperial Family of Antara, such a lovely little mark it was. Murdering a member of the Imperial Army is punishable by death at worst at the very least it incurs thirty lashes. So let us see if the minimum sentence loosens your tongue. Selana said. The Empress drew her arm back and cracked the whip forward, lashing Izumi harshly across the upper back. Again and again the lash would fall upon Izumis back, cutting into flesh with skillful precision. Selana counted aloud each lash as it fell, enjoying the feeling of the whip in her hands. Shieh looked carefully neutral as he observed the display, the whipping of slaves nothing too shocking. The Empress doubted that thirty lashes after a branding would loosen her tongue but it would be a start. Let us start simple then. My name is Empress Selana Imperator. Tell me your name and I will send you back to your cage to rest. If you are too proud to do even that I will lash you another thirty times. The Empress said, holding the whip in preparation for another thirty to be delivered.