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Post by Majin Cajabe on May 4, 2009 1:16:04 GMT -5
Down a winding flight of stone steps near the King Badura's throne, the basement of this place can be found.
Here is where Badura sends those he does not like, to be tortured on a regular basis.
There is no way to teleport, warp, or whatever your way into or out of these dungeons, you must use the stairway, but it is guarded by terrifying ferocious demons, which are all stronger than you.
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Post by Mavrick on Jun 13, 2009 14:11:26 GMT -5
What the hell? Where am I at? Mavrick would squirm around pain due to his broken ribs. Shit......It hurts....bad..... Opening his eye's he then seen that he was chained to the wall. "What the hell?" Looking over his shoulder he also noticed that his tail was gone as well. "Well Shit!" Turning his head to the side, he used the wall to turn on his scouter and send out a signal to Cajabe.
OOC: I AM THE FIRST RAPE VICTIM!
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Post by Mavrick on Jun 13, 2009 15:34:30 GMT -5
A couple of demon's entered into the room laughing. "Looks like boss left us a toy to play with!" Well....this is going to be bad......Where is the commander when you need him....
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Post by Mavrick on Jun 13, 2009 15:37:05 GMT -5
Great....lost my tail....Lost the fight....now I am going to get beat to death......Sounds like a very fitting life for a saiyan.... The first demon could enter the room and hit Mavrick hard across the face with his hand. "I wanna here you scream!"
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Post by Mavrick on Jun 14, 2009 12:35:06 GMT -5
"Screw off you inbred ..." Mavrick would take a spit out at the face of the demon that was punching him. "So....this one has spunk.....I like that!"
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Post by Mavrick on Jun 14, 2009 12:54:19 GMT -5
The first demon walked up and licked the face of Mavrick's just before sending a bow to his face. "Your going to be oh so sweet to play with.....lucky for us....The king as new toy's upstairs.....So you get to play with us now....I hope you enjoy what's coming your way."
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Post by Mavrick on Jun 14, 2009 13:28:28 GMT -5
The chains would rattle and shake as Mavrick attempted to gain freedom. "Look at him...He is trying to be a bad puppy and run away...Now we are going to have to punish him"
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Post by Mavrick on Jun 14, 2009 13:49:09 GMT -5
As the demon would come in for his second attack, the two would be lined up and Mavrick would then fire out at mouth cannon with enough energy to destroy the lower leveled demon's that was looking just to pick on some one.
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Post by Mavrick on Jun 14, 2009 13:52:22 GMT -5
The demon's would fall to their knee's as their heads was no longer on their shoulders. Mavrick would then use a little bit of his energy to shot off to chains that was binding him to the wall.
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Post by Mavrick on Jun 14, 2009 13:55:53 GMT -5
As the chains broke Mavrick fell to his knee's as he was taking this time to start to regain some of his lost energy. "Damn.....What is this place? My scouter is going crazy.....and Cajabe hasn't arrived yet...so something must be wrong....."
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Post by Mavrick on Jun 14, 2009 14:00:36 GMT -5
After remaining on the ground from some time he was finally ready to reach his feet. "This place won't make me it's prisoner no longer!" Pushing the door open he then started up the stair well.
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Post by Mavrick on Jun 14, 2009 14:03:16 GMT -5
Bodies would fly though the door that was at top of the stairs as a massive wave of energy also came barreling down the stairs....It was so powerful that it sent Mavrick to his back. What the hell!
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Post by Mavrick on Jun 14, 2009 14:04:38 GMT -5
Pushing up off the ground and continuing up the steps he had finally reached the door. "Such a walk..."he would then prop up against the door as he was using it to rest on.
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Post by unholylssj on Jun 14, 2009 16:03:19 GMT -5
Couric was practically thrown into one of the random cells within the dungeon, hitting the wall with a thud. One of the random demons placed cuffs on his wrists and ankle to chain him to the ground before leaving. It'd still be several hours before he regained consciousness...but thankfully, he'd be able to rest.
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Post by King Badura on Jun 14, 2009 17:43:19 GMT -5
Badura visited the basement while Couric was still unconscious... walked in on his cell, and observed his new prisoner... "Hmm..." "He'll need some very basic healing at the least before I'll be able to pound the fuck out of him later... that saiyan broke him a little too much... maybe I shouldn't have made them fight? ... Nah, it was fun as hell to see that."
He would then form four rusty iron stakes with his demon powers, and thrust each one in to each of Couric's limbs, nailing him to the floor, so he'd have a nasty painful and probably sceptic surprise when he wakes up.
Then Badura would walk out, and inform the guard watching Couric's cell to inform him when Couric was in a state fit for being beaten.
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Post by unholylssj on Jun 14, 2009 17:48:19 GMT -5
'Couric' awoke to pain, extraordinary pain beyond anything he could possibly comprehend. He glanced to each side wearily, noticing the four stakes stuck through his limbs, grimacing as he struggled to lift his arms to pull them out, only to realize that he didn't have the strength to.
/Tch...So that's that, huh...?/ He looked up towards the ceiling, considering just what he could do.
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Post by unholylssj on Jun 14, 2009 17:51:09 GMT -5
/Ironic...Absolute fucking irony.../ He growled mentally, growing a bit annoyed by the constant pain that greeted him with even a breath.
/My arms and legs are useless and I'm stuck in a cell...How is this any different from when that idiot was conscious?/
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Post by unholylssj on Jun 14, 2009 17:53:17 GMT -5
/Whatever...I got used to that and this isn't half as bad./ He just lay there, staring up at the ceiling as blood dripped from his wounds. He was considering trying something to remove the stakes from his body until he remembered he had a pitiful amount of strength available to him.
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Post by unholylssj on Jun 14, 2009 17:54:46 GMT -5
/As soon as I get out of this hell hole...that scum dies./ He thought, managing to make a muscle move within his hand, counting that as clenching his fist.
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Post by unholylssj on Jun 14, 2009 17:57:03 GMT -5
/That idiot gets to sleep while I feel pain beyond his wildest nightmares. Lucky little bastard...I hope he enjoys his sleep.../ He thought, sarcasm dripping from his mind's voice.
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Post by unholylssj on Jun 14, 2009 21:46:41 GMT -5
'Couric' found that, despite how much pain was shooting through his limbs, he could manage to stay aware of what was going on around him. He realized that if he closed his eyes for even a second, something bad could happen.
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Post by unholylssj on Jun 14, 2009 21:47:50 GMT -5
But as he lay there, body screaming for some release from the pain he felt, one thing kept him from succumbing to that incredible pain. Just one thing...
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Post by unholylssj on Jun 14, 2009 21:51:32 GMT -5
The fact that he was 'alive' for once. Not the idiot, him. Despite the horrid pain, he was actually in control. So instead of cursing his luck, cursing Cajabe like he probably should, or cursing Badura...
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Post by unholylssj on Jun 14, 2009 21:52:32 GMT -5
He just lay there and enjoyed his time in the outside world for the first time in several months...even if it was under the most hellish of circumstances that one could imagine.
/Hmph...../
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Post by King Badura on Jun 14, 2009 22:32:40 GMT -5
Demonic laughter fills the air, and footsteps lurk closer and closer towards Couric. Ten bloodthirsty demons walk into the room Couric is chained in.
Couric must post about being tortured by these ten demons for ten posts. Then they'll free him and let him go. Keep in mind the torture is extremely painful. After all, that's all these elite demons do with their free time other than just stand guard. It's what they live for!
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Post by unholylssj on Jun 15, 2009 10:46:00 GMT -5
Couric slowly regained conscious, noticing the demons staring at him from outside the cage. And then he was met by that incredible pain, gasping as it shot through the entirety of his being. This Couric had no idea just where he was, but by looking at the demons, he had a good enough guess...
Cajabe had wo-
Interrupting his thoughts was a stake that had pierced through his shoulder, the teen's eyes widening as the first of the demons personally ground the stake through the bone. Couric gritted his teeth, struggling to keep himself from screaming out in pain as his shoulder bone was ripped through and crushed as though it were nothing at all.
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Post by unholylssj on Jun 15, 2009 10:51:19 GMT -5
2.
Grinding the stake deeper and deeper into the young saiyan's shoulder, the elite demon just laughed, watching as Couric's blood splattered upon his leg with each slight twist of the wood. But soon enough, he got bored, tagging out with another demon. His tail shot out towards the teen, striking him right in the wound that the other demon had just caused, Couric swearing under his breath as his consciousness was assaulted with even more pain....until the demon poured salt on the wound.
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Post by unholylssj on Jun 15, 2009 10:54:43 GMT -5
3.
The demon followed very much the pattern his predecessor had, over a much larger area, pouring salt onto each and every wound that the young saiyan had received through his battle with Cajabe and his stay in the cell. But then he grew bored as well, deciding to tag out with the third demon who began to tug on Couric's torso as hard as he could, wanting to rip the Saiyan from the stakes that bound him to the ground.
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Post by unholylssj on Jun 15, 2009 10:56:37 GMT -5
4.
Once the painful process of removing Couric from the stakes was complete, leaving gaping holes in his limbs and shoulder, the demon placed the teen on a rather large table in the center of the room, attaching cuffs to his arms and legs. And the cuffs were attached to chains that were attached to devices that would...let's put it this way...give Couric a good stretch.
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Post by unholylssj on Jun 15, 2009 10:58:58 GMT -5
5.
The third, fourth, fifth, and sixth elite moved to each corner of the table, grabbing hold of a crank and sharing a menacing smirk with one another. Considering the pain in the teen's limbs already, this would just make it far, far worse.
They begin to turn the cranks, the cuffs edging towards the corners...
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