The Spire Prison

[Slade Xandir]

Hyur'n chose to await the perfect moment for the girl to start retorting, as he figured from how she treated her current predicament a pinch more hostile than some sorry newblood. She was evidently Force Sensitive, or atleast she had to be. Clearly no Jedi, though her lack of aggression and vulgar language was a concerning matter. No worries. As she finished her most abrasive sentence, a mastered aim of gloved hand shoved the rag in her mouth, and the other held it in, wider hand almost covering the entire bottom half of her face. Should she have paid any attention to the rag, it would taste utmost foul, as anything smeared with vomit, blood, puss and flecks of rotten skin would be. The poor rag. There was also something small and hard in the rag, and it would genuinely hurt if she tried to chew it, or even attempt to figure it out through any kind of chewing. She ought to not.

"If you spit this rag out, something much worse will replace it." He removed his hand, and turned his back to pre-emptively grab a set of primitive pliers from the tool bag, however instead of regular flat grip, it had a gnarled pair of pincers and was thoroughly rusted over with a flaky crust. He sat held the clearly in his left hand as it crossed over his right before his chest, and turned around.

"I will ask once. If you forget the question, I will forget that there is a pain threshold. I will have fun tearing strips of skin from every piece of your body."

He gave pause to allow her time to get herself mentally ready, and unhinged the lock on the pincers. They cranked open, crickety as though even opening was almost too much for them.

"Who were you with, last mission you were on?"

[Kita_Ikari]

Kita wasn't expecting the rag being shoved in her mouth. Course she never did shut up when she was mad...did she? Maybe depending on the circumstances and who she was talking too. As the smell wafted up to her nose, the taste of the cloth became more apparent. "YUCK! How revolving!!!" She thought as she did indeed think of spitting the cloth out of her mouth, only to be told it would be in her best option not too. But she didn't think she would be able to handle it. Already her stomach churned alone from the smell. The blood and rotting skin wasn't what truly bothered her...even tho it did make her think she was gnawing on a rotting corpse. No. It was the smell of the remains of vomit acidity from past victims that clinged to the rag that did.

After his warning, he turned away pulling out a rusted gnarled pair before facing her with it. "I will ask once. If you forget the question, I will forget that there is a pain threshold. I will have fun tearing strips of skin from every piece of your body." Kita knew there was no way out of torture in this interrogation. It was a loss either way. Even if she didn't answer...She would be tortured due to this guy thinking she was holding back information.

She hadn't been paying much attention as her torturer opened up the pliers. Kita was to busy trying to keep herself from throwing up. "Who were you with, last mission you were on?" He demanded as his stare bore into her just inches away from her face. How was he expecting her to talk anyway with a rag in her mouth? Unless he was purposely leaving it in so he could torture her either way by either spitting it out or by not being able to answer him at all.

She didn't care at this point. It was a loss either way in her mind. Feeling the urge traveling up her throat, Kita spat the rag out onto the floor and proceeded to projectile vomit all over the Elomin face. It dripped down his clothing slowly soaking him through with her bodily fluids. Having eaten something not hours ago, the puke was a slimey consistency since her last meal involved dairy of sorts. Chunky from root vegetables and meat. And the dairy that had been digesting in her stomach only made her vomit for acidic smelling and more intense then it actually was. Her throat burned as she coughed, tears in her eyes from the pain of it. She HATED throwing up. Always had. So even if it wasn't torture created purposely by him, it was still none the less torture on herself.

Normally she would have said sorry. But he didn't deserve it. Not considering who he was, what he was going to do and where she was at. No. She would remain silent. Feeling somewhat better, she stared at the man, a flash of mockery flashed in her blue gaze as she smirked at him. "You deserved that." she thought.

[Slade Xandir]

Standing there covered in grime, grease, oils, acid, and whatever the soft soppy white thing floating in that puddle was, Hyur'n stood there, silent and dripping. He was grateful personally that he had a full face mask on, but he also was grateful she had done it. Saved him from having to risk taking the rag out of her mouth to hear her talk. Watching the smirk dull the moment, the Elomin chuckled, before bending down to pick up the rag. Shaking off the droplets of her vomit, something else clinked out of the fabric and hit the cold floor with a 'dlinkk'. Turned out to be someone prior's tooth, a molar, specifically.

Bringing his attention back to the captive, he spoke through the mask, clearly unbothered by her gut chunks slipping down his chest. "Thank you for that. Now, because you did not answer the question, you will be punished." Yep. Not because she vomited all over him- In this kind of work, that's as natural as it gets, as well as the screams, wails, death. All of it did not marr him. No, he mentally gathered as he took the wet and steaming pair of pliers, dripping with a foul dribble of Kita's stomach acid. These pliers, now very tightly gripping a piece of her shoulder top, were very slowly pinching harder and harder until they had just gotten under the first layer of pale epidermis on the farm girl. The blood immediately began to well as the 3 jagged prongs cut harder into her, and it would certainly not feel pleasant. Especially not with a tool that almost promised guaranteed infection.

Even moreso slowly, Hyur'n began to wrap both hands around the pliers and pull downwards. Skin was one of the most durable organs, as it protected against all kinds of outworldly atrocities, but a pair of pliers chose to be the challenger for the skin of this poor girl. It wouldn't want to give, blood now openly rolling down her undoubtedly protesting limb. It was then he decided to yank even harder, and he was rewarded with a strip of flesh being pulled free from it's case. Lovely.

She could certainly answer the question now, could she not? He pulled harder, now leveraging a third of a foot of skin peeling forcibly free from the little woman.

[Kita_Ikari]

Kita's fortune triumph was short lived as Hyrn'n began chuckling. Her eyes looked downcast to watch as he picked up the rag and shook out it's contents. Seeing the molar hit the ground, Kita felt A lot sicker then before. But she didn't have anything more in her stomach to throw up. Instead she dry heaved at the thought of someone else's tooth just being in her mouth. Once done dry heaving, she narrowed her eyes as the Elomin waited for her attention.

"Thank you for that. Now, because you did not answer the question, you will be punished."

"Punished huh?" She gave a small smile as mischief flashed through her bright blue gaze. "As if looking at you isn't punishment enough." She replied sarcastically. Her smile and mischief quickly vanished from her face as he brought up the wet pair of pliers to her shoulder. The jagged prongs on the ends seem to gleam with gleeful intent of pain before being met against her skin. Feeling the sharp prongs as they pinched the skin brought slow agony to her.

Unable to move, Kita clenched her teeth as her body screamed in protest as blood started to seep down her arm in slow droplets as he pulled downwards. She tensed, a hiss of pain escaping her as she refused to scream. "No...you can fight this!!!"

Her shoulder stung as she stared at the flesh that was dangling in front of her. She didn't care to look at her open wound. She knew if she looked, that it would just cause her more pain. She knew he was expecting a answer. However she still refused to talk. "I'm are not selling out Jacobi." She frowned at the thought. "But how long can I last?" She wondered. Kita turned her gaze away from Hrur'n refusing to give him any satisfaction of a answer. She was stubborn. She wouldn't give in easily. If she ever did, she would hate herself for a VERY long time. No. She was wanting to protect her new teacher. Kita didn't want to risk the Sith going after him.

[Slade Xandir]

Her grit astounded the Elomin - she had just taken an entire sliver of her skin being ripped off, blood draining everywhere from such an unbelievable wound. The stinging, burning, sheer pain of it should have been enough just by the pinch alone of the pliers, to make her scream. However, the farm girl said nothing, sitting there merely looking to be in pain. Clearly she was hurting, but there was no way-

"Maybe I have to try again." And thus, he did. From the other arm, allowing the gelatinous flesh to wiggle from the wounded limb with the unstoppable tremors that should have taken hold of her. She should be entering shock soon enough, frail farm girl. But she was still here, still blinking, albeit with tears. But with grit. Without a second wasted, the pliers gripped the second arm's skin, and yanked down, this time audible pops and tears could be heard from the shreddage, as if tape was being peeled from a painted wall. Blood splattered them indiscriminately, flashing in the awful scene against his fit and hers. Clearly there should have been a noise uttered from this one. The girl was being literally skinned alive! She was taking it. The wet dribblets of plopping blood drops leaked and intermingled with the vomit on the floor, all of it draining sloppily through the multiple drains littering the floor beneath them for this room's purpose.

Once he had achieved ripping the skin to exactly the length the other had been, the man bent down and began fiddling with a lever release. Her blood drowned the top of his mask, his hood soaking in her life juice. He had to work fast, as a human could only lose a third of their blood before they were released into cardiac arrest, and then death from blood loss. He slapped the flaps of now infected skin back atop extremely sensitive holes carved atop her musclemeat, and pinned them together haphazardly, then kicked the foot pedal until she was positioned flat, facing the ceiling which had even more nasty stains littering it's sticky wall. Something rope-ish hung from a shabby hook up top of it on the far left- almost like it could have either a broken noose or an intestine.

Locking the now operating table in place, Hyur'n laid his attention on her feet. Her gripped her vulnerable walker pads in his gloved hands, vomit and blood soiling her even worse than whatever wetness she had to endure to get to this room. "I will give you the benefit of the doubt- your arms are perhaps strong from your hard work from your prior life. But everyone's feet are sensitive, even if you had hooves. I will receive an answer from you." Pliers had a harder time gripping the skin on her calloused feet. Hyur'n didn't have the patience to fiddle with angles. His family's lives depended on his success. Turning from the subject, the Elomin dropped the pliers in the bag on the counter, and retrieved a scalpel from the dark sack. It was not a properly sanitized scalpel, and before he turned back to her, he pulled off the rest of the prior victim's dried lip from one of the rusted flat sides of it. It flickered back in the bag from proximity. Bringing his attention back to the flattened subject, he began to analyze her feet, ensuring there wasn't anything of particular he needed to make note of before he started carving.

[Kita_Ikari]

The pain was indeed unimaginable as Hyur'n had tore her skin clean off with the rusted hooks. She had refused to scream in the first pull, although barely holding herself together in the process of it happening. She was on the verge of tears at that first rip of flesh, and only her mind set on protecting Jacobi did she care to attempt holding back.

"Maybe I have to try again."

Those words alone caused the young woman to panic a bit. Once was enough in her mind. Twice was gonna be alot harder to hold back valuable information. She felt the blood dripping down her restrained arm as he began setting up for demolishing another chunk of flawless skin from her body. Her body shook from the pain alone that was inflicted upon her just seconds ago.

The moment she felt the dagger prongs enter her other arm, Kita was already starting to lose her composure. She yelled out in pain from that second rip due to the tendons and further damage hidden underneath where her skin once was. She wasn't sure what was worse, the sound...or the pain. Both were quite traumatizing in their own way. And the blood alone now began to cover the thin fabric of the clothing given to her upon arrival. Thankfully she wasn't nauseated about the sight of blood. But she did worry at how much blood loss she would lose before either telling him the information she knew...or losing consciousness and dying. She did want to make it through in hopes of escaping.

She heard the gurgling of fluids running down the drain nearby before Hyur'n came over and without much care, placed her own now filthy skin back onto her arms and pinned them in place before kicking the chair back like a recliner. Kita came down, eyes feeling blinded from the bright light above her before adjusting and noticing something hanging from the disgusting ceiling. Kita didn't want to think about what horrible kind of torture besides what she was going through now, had been carried out in these very dungeons.

Not realizing it, but Kita had began crying from the pain she felt from her arms being skinned. Tears streamed down her face, only causing her blue eyes to look even bluer from the reddness surrounding them.

"I will give you the benefit of the doubt- your arms are perhaps strong from your hard work from your prior life. But everyone's feet are sensitive, even if you had hooves. I will receive an answer from you."

"Crap..." She thought as he grabbed a pair of pliers. Walking around barefoot on the beach and at home had its advantages as she helped run the store with her parents. One, having callused feet. The Elomin couldn't do anything to her with the pliers. Which was relief to her...at least until he pulled out a scalpel. She KNEW that would hurt and get through her toughened feet.

Kita felt disgusted as he tossed away the flesh of the blades last victim. It was easy for her to imagine the scalpel cutting through the last victims lip through like butter. Question was...was it before...or AFTER they confessed. Kita shuddered at the thought. If she gave him any information on Jacobi...she wasn't so sure the torture would end anyway. She moved her arms and pulled again in hopes maybe now she could get out of the restraints, but of course it was futile. She obly caused herself more pain just trying to move her arms as the muscles flexed and pronounced the pain from her fresh wounds. She narrowed her eyes at him, tears still falling down her face. "I'M NOT TELLING YOU ANYTHING!!!" She yelled.