• Closed • Reunion

[Lithrae]

2nd of Vhalar

"Mugitu ezazu, esklabo!" Lithrae snapped, her tone showing her anger as she pushed the recalcitrant slave forward another few steps. Unlike her usual charges, this one was cuffed at both the wrists and ankles, with Lithrae behind him rather than jerking him around on a leash. This one was a special case, he had proven both stubborn and surprisingly durable to pain for a new slave. After a few trials spent trying to use normal methods to break his resistance, she had requested, and been given, permission to take the stubborn bastard to a specialist trainer. These "trainers" didn't really do any training, they specialized solely in torture. Breaker was a more accurate word than trainer. In truth, Lithrae loved watching the breakers work, as she was always bound to learn something new.

Thus it was with a mixture of anger towards the troublesome slave and ecstatic glee at being able to view, and maybe even help administer, the suffering he was about to endure that Lithrae kept aggressively herding him towards their destination. Once the were in the entrance to the torturers building, Lithrae kicked the slave in the back of the knees to drop him to the ground, then placed one boot firmly on the bastards skull to keep him in place. "Honek trena behar du bere prestakuntza gehiago onartzeko. Edonork erabilgarri?" she called out, looking to see who was around and wanted a bit of entertainment.

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"Mugitu ezazu, esklabo!" = "Move it, slave!"

"Honek trena behar du bere prestakuntza gehiago onartzeko. Edonork erabilgarri?" = "This one needs a breaker to make him more accepting of his training. Anyone available?"

[Mara]

Mara twirled her skinning knife upon the wooden table, the tip gouging a perfectly round hole into the wood. It was sharp, of course. Mara took good care of her toys. Who knew when you would need to use them? She watched the proceedings with a smile.

A Human boy, perhaps twenty or so arcs - a mere child in Mara's eyes, and worth less, for his gender - was chained up against the wall and stripped naked. She made sure to look away from his wrists and ankles. They were bound by metal, and Mara was never a fan. They were quick and easy to use, metal cuffs, but they lacked a certain finesse for her. They were Breakers after all, and not Trainers.

Mara had only been back in Augiery for under a season, arriving early Saun, but it was a breath of fresh air to come home. Being here, in the dark, with her people - she had missed it. After her sister, Furia, had disappeared with the savage, Mara had returned to Augiery with a broken heart and a renewed fire. For her sister, her flesh and blood, to leave with a man who could barely speak - it drove her heart in twain.

But she would not lose her dignity. Rather than search desperately for Furia, she had returned to Augiery, to be useful to her Lady. Let Furia come back and beg forgiveness if she wished. Mara would not stop serving Audrae just for family. Audrae's work meant more than that. As soon as she had returned to Augiery, she had renewed her work as a torturer, and it brought a breath of fresh air to her lungs. This was where she belonged.

A call in Grovokian, and a thud of a slave to their knees from behind made Mara turn in anticipation. Another slave to break. The work began again. "Bai, arreba naiz," Mara called, turning with a grin and holding her knife, the tip against her finger. But she paused, no longer focusing on the slave on the ground. "Itxaron... Lithrae?" Her smile only widened at seeing the Naer she had known from arcs past.

OOC

Mara left in Cylus 710, and returned in Saun 717.

"Bai, arreba naiz." = "Yes, sister, I'm available."
"Itxaron... Lithrae?" = "Wait... Lithrae?"

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[Lithrae]

Lithrae turned as one of the Naer in the room said she was available, grinning slightly as she saw the other woman displaying the knife in her hands. Then came her name and the widening of the other womans smile. That grin was familiar, the way she was handling her knife..."Mara, zu?"" Lithrae grinned, stepping forward to greet her old friend. As she shifted her weight, the slave beneath her made an attempt to surge to his feet. Lithrae responded by dropping all her weight back onto the foot that was over his head, literally stomping him back down to the floor.

"Handia da berriro ikustea, Mara. Nola egiten da Furia?" she asked, her tone showing she hadn't known her old friend was back yet. "Pitching hau kateatu dezagun, beraz, batzuk ... dibertigarria izan daiteke, harrapatu garen bitartean. Bilerak ikuskizun batekin gozatzen dira." she said, grinning as she recalled the fun the two of them had all those arcs ago. Between them, they had nearly killed a fair few slaves with their tortures and cruelties. Mara's poisons and drugs had been an especially nice compliment to the whips, knives, and other cruelties the two had inflicted.

Once the pair had the increasingly unlucky slave chained up, Lithrae grinned at Mara. "Beraz, ezin duzu esan zuri nola egin zenuen zure eginkizuna? Iruditzen zaizkizun bitartean, trikimailu berriak ikasi dituzu." she asked. She knew Mara might not be able to tell her what she had learned for Audrae while she was out of the city, but seeing new means of torture was always exciting for the sadistic trainer. Of course, she knew the same was likely true for Mara.

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"Mara, zu?" = "Mara, is that you?"
"Handia da berriro ikustea, Mara. Nola egiten da Furia?" = "It's great to see you again, Mara. How's Furia doing?"
"Pitching hau kateatu dezagun, beraz, batzuk ... dibertigarria izan daiteke, harrapatu garen bitartean. Bilerak ikuskizun batekin gozatzen dira." = "Let's get this bitch chained up so we can have some...fun, while we get caught up. Reunions are always sweeter with a show."
"Beraz, ezin duzu esan zuri nola egin zenuen zure eginkizuna? Iruditzen zaizkizun bitartean, trikimailu berriak ikasi dituzu." = "So, can you tell me how your mission went? I imagine you learned some new tricks while you were out."

[Mara]

Mara couldn't help the delighted laugh that escaped her lips as Lithrae forced the man back onto the floor. He groaned as his cheek hit the cool stone beneath him. "Zure ukitua galdu ez duzula ikusten dut," she chuckled, stepping forward to grasp her friend's shoulder. "Ona da berriro ikustea, nire laguna."

Her smile slipped a little, and pain twanged through her chest. But Lithrae couldn't have known what asking that would do. "Ez dakit. Ez zuen nirekin itzuli," she replied shortly, shrugging her shoulder as if to show she did not care. Now was not the time and the place to delve into such matters. As far as Mara was concerned, she no longer had a sister. Shaking her head, she looked back down to the slave beneath her feet, eager to move away from such topics.

"Beti bezala ideia bikaina," she laughed. Quick as a snake, Mara bent down and wrenched the steel collar upwards, dragging the poor slave to his feet by his neck. He gasped for breath, and Mara smiled at him, almost lovingly. "Zer egin zenuen, gauza ederra? Zinen oso txarra?" she whispered, leaning into the slave, watching as he shuddered at his words. He dropped his eyes and did not speak.

Shrugging, Mara hauled the slave, hoping Lithrae would follow. She brought him to her area, where instead of metal, ropes hung from the ceiling. Slamming him against the wall, she kept her elbow dug in his spine as he cried out, using his pain to her advantage. Quickly she dropped a larks head loop over the slave's wrist, and locked it off tightly, the coarse rope digging into his wrists. Hauling the rope upwards through a point on the wall, she wrenched it as far as she could, til his shoulder threatened dislocation. Slapping him brutally across the face, she quickly did the same to the other wrist in his daze. When he came to, his wrists were bound high above him, and excessive movement threatened the popping of his shoulders from his body.

"Hankak, gehiegi?" she asked Lithrae conversationally. He was her charge, after all. It was her decision. Chuckling, she shook her head at her friend. "Ezin dut ezagutzen. Baina ikus dezakezuenez, sokatxo gehiago ere bihurtu naiz. Sokaren erredurak beti sendatzen dira sendatzeko." Mara moved over to a rack close to where the slave was. "Eraso plan bat al zenuen? Edo behar dugu inprobisatzen gara joan ahala?"

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Zure ukitua galdu ez duzula ikusten dut. = I see you haven't lost your touch.
Ona da berriro ikustea, nire laguna. = It is good to see you again, my friend.
Ez dakit. Ez zuen nirekin itzuli. = I do not know. She did not return with me.
Beti bezala ideia bikaina. = An excellent idea as always.
Zer egin zenuen, gauza ederra? Zinen oso txarra? = What did you do, you pretty little thing? Were you very bad?
Hankak, gehiegi? = Legs, too?
Ezin dut ezagutzen. Baina ikus dezakezuenez, sokatxo gehiago ere bihurtu naiz. Sokaren erredurak beti sendatzen dira sendatzeko. = You know I cannot. But as you can see, I've become even more partial of the rope. Rope burns are always so slow to heal.
Eraso plan bat al zenuen? Edo behar dugu inprobisatzen gara joan ahala? = Did you have a plan of attack? Or should we improvise as we go along?

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[Lithrae]

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Lithrae merely laughed as Mara said that she hadn't lost her touch, then gave a warm smile at the other Naer as she said it was good to see her again. She did note the faltering smile as Mara said that Furia wasn't with her. "Sentitzen dut hori entzutea." she said, her sympathy clear in her voice. She had a sister of her own, and she cared deeply for Arenma, she couldn't imagine how much it must hurt Mara to be separated from Furia.

Fortunately, Mara seemed as keen to change the topic as Lithrae her self was, and the trainer moved her foot as Mara hauled the slave to his feet. "Okindegiak ogia ateratzeko eskatu zion labean. Bere ahizpak estutzen saiatu zen." she growled in response to her friends questioning of the slave. Then she smirked and tapped the toes of her shoes against the ground. "Zorionez, han nengoen. Bakoitzak bere ahulezia berbera eta ustiagarria du, eta, beraz, bereganatzea erraza da." she said. Normally she preferred more intricate and elegant means of torture, but in a pinch, she went with what worked fastest. Kicking a man in the balls usually robbed her of enjoyment because of how quick it was, but in this case, it had saved a life.

She followed Mara to her own room, then grinned slightly at the change from chains to ropes. Ropes had been something of an acquired taste for Lithrae, as she had been more familiar with the weight and potentially freezing cold of steel chains, but Mara's beautiful rope work had been a joy to watch. Lithrae lacked that skill herself, but maybe Mara could teach her now she was back in town. And judging by how fast she worked, she had definitely gotten even better.

"Hala ere, nahiago baduzu, ia saiatu arren, gurekin jaurtitzeko." she said in response to Mara's question. Lithrae sighed and nodded at the answer Mara gave her, but she could understand the reasoning. Maybe when she was a higher rank and had the proper clearance. "Benetan? Gela honen bidez epaitzen, larruzko uhalak zure tresna hobetsia zela pentsatu nuen." she said drily, before grinning at their restrained prey as Mara asked what they should do next. "Agindua edozein dela ere ikusten dugun bitartekoa erabili behar zen. Erreinu askea lortu dugu. Ba al dakizu ezer erakutsi nahi duzula?" she purred, uncoiling her whip. The whip and humilation had always been Lithrae's tools of choice, though she had also broadened out since she had become a trainer. She could show off in a bit, however, right now it was Mara's turn.

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"Sentitzen dut hori entzutea." = "I'm sorry to hear that."
"Okindegiak ogia ateratzeko eskatu zion labean. Bere ahizpak estutzen saiatu zen." = "A baker asked him to get some bread out of her oven. He tried to strangle her with his cuffs."
"Zorionez, han nengoen. Bakoitzak bere ahulezia berbera eta ustiagarria du, eta, beraz, bereganatzea erraza da." = "Fortunately, I was there. Every man has the same, exploitable weakness, so detaching him was a simple matter."
"Hala ere, nahiago baduzu, ia saiatu arren, gurekin jaurtitzeko." = "However you prefer, though he'll almost certainly try to kick us."
"Benetan? Gela honen bidez epaitzen, larruzko uhalak zure tresna hobetsia zela pentsatu nuen." = "Really? Judging by this room, I thought you'd moved to leather straps as your preferred tool."
"Agindua edozein dela ere ikusten dugun bitartekoa erabili behar zen. Erreinu askea lortu dugu. Ba al dakizu ezer erakutsi nahi duzula?" = "Order was to use whatever means we see fit. We've got free reign. Learn anything knew you want to show off?"

[Mara]

The slave moaned in pain, dazed already from the slap across the face. At Lithrae's reply, she shrugged. "Hankak ere bai," she murmured, picking up another coil of rope from where a pile lay in close reach. Normally she would have simply done the same tie again, but with Lithrae here, she couldn't deny wanting to show off a little. "Ikasi dudan zerbait ikusi nahi al duzu?"

It was a moot question. Without even waiting for an answer, Mara began to tie a futomomo. Dropping a larks head again over his left ankle, she used the leverage to wrench his leg up behind him, bending it over. From there, she wrapped the length of the rope thrice around his strong thigh, tightly, the rope biting into skin. Cinching the rope off, Mara began to weave down, criss-crossing down along the rope she had already wrapped. At each junction, she tied a nodome, making sure that no matter how much he moved, the rope would not shift or move.

Now, the slave hobbling on one leg, Mara attached another length of rope to the knots in the middle of the futomomo. From there, she pulled this rope up to another ring hanging from the ceiling. As she pulled up, the weight on the criss-crossed ropes binding his legs tightened, putting excrutiating pain on his ankle and the front of his shins as his body weight was supported by the sensitive shin and ankle bones. Grinning, she locked it off, before going to the other ankle. This time, a simple larks head, pulled up to a ring in the ceiling, bent back behind his leg.

Now, the slave's weight was hung from his wrists and his ankles, as his body fought to reach the ground, struggling fruitlessly against gravity. Already he was moaning, and the pain had barely begun.

Mara stepped back to Lithrae, smiling smugly. "Ez dago. Zer uste duzu?" She bit her lip and already her breath felt rushed with pleasure, the thrill of the rope and being back with Lithrae already rushing through her. The sight of the beautiful Naer uncoiling her whip was a seduction in and of itself. "Maite dut kanabera, baina gehiegi hasi daiteke," she thought aloud as she walked over to the rack where she kept her toys. "Flogger ona izan daiteke."

Mara selected a lambskin flogger. It was more thuddy than stingy, and would tenderise his skin before applying the cruelty of Lithrae's whip. Winking at Lithrae, Mara took the strands of the flogger in one hand, and with a flick of her wrist with the other, releasing the strands as they came over her shoulder, let the first hit rain down on his chest. It was soft, but with the pain of the rope, already he moaned in agony.

"Shhh, txiki bat," she crooned as she worked, continuing to rain down flogs on his chest, slowly increasing in intensity. "Prest eginda nago Lithrae."

And knowing Lithrae was watching her, she couldn't help but bite her lip in arousal as she worked.

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Hankak ere bai. = Legs too, then.
Ikasi dudan zerbait ikusi nahi al duzu? = Would you like to see some of what I've learnt?
Ez dago. Zer uste duzu? = There. What do you think?
Maite dut kanabera, baina gehiegi hasi daiteke. = I love the cane, but it might be too much to begin with.
Shhh, txiki bat. = Shh, little one.
Prest eginda nago Lithrae. = I am just getting you ready for Lithrae.

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[Lithrae]

Lithrae grinned as Mara offered to show off some of the rope work she had learned. "Oh, zalantzarik gabe." she said, her voice showing her excitement. Mara's rope work had always been a thing of beauty, and watching her work was...enticing to say the least. And it proved to be only more so as the shorter haired Naer got to work binding the violent slave up. She had thought Mara would do something simple like she had done with his arms, but this elaborate binding was a seductive sight to be hold, the sadistic enjoyment Mara took in her work and the obvious pain of the slave making for a sweet symphony of pleasure and pain.

When she finished, the stubborn wretch was already in pain and the pair had barely begun. "Gogoratu noiz esklaboek kaleetatik atera behar izan genituen gure dibertsioa izateko?" she said, her tone showing she was looking back on her memories of their rampages. "Eta ederra Mara da." she said excitedly, looking over Mara's rope work. Her skills had definitely had a crescendo during her time away, and Lithrae wondered if they would ever reach their peak.

When Mara picked up the flogger, Lithrae grinned evilly, then watched as Mara administered a steady beat of strikes to the slave before them, the tempo ever increasing. At Mara's words, Lithrae made a slight show of cracking her whip against the floor. "Garrasi gurekin, esklabo. Zure abestia aria gozoa izango da." she purred, her voice a mixture of sadism and an odd note of seduction. She had found in the past that mixing pain with hints of pleasure was far more effective, and far more delicious, than just pure pain. This time however, she would be lying if she said that the seductive note in her voice wasn't there because of how alluring Mara was as she brought the flogger down again and again.

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"Oh, zalantzarik gabe." = "Oh, definitely."

"Gogoratu noiz esklaboek kaleetatik atera behar izan genituen gure dibertsioa izateko?" = "Remember when we had to take slaves off the streets to have our fun?"

"Eta ederra Mara da." = "And it is lovely Mara."

"Garrasi gurekin, esklabo. Zure abestia aria gozoa izango da." = "Scream for us, slave. Your song will be a sweet aria for those who are foolish enough to resist their betters.

[Mara]

Both Mara and the slave shivered at the crack of the whip from Lithrae behind them, though the slave also moaned as Mara brought down a particularly cruel strike with the flogger. She had tensioned the strands right before releasing, and so even though the material of the flogger was gentle, the force caused a sharp sting over the slave's nipples. She bit her lip as she watched them pebble from the pain, his dark nipples standing out against the reddening of his flesh.

"Ezin nuen horrelako ezer egin, kanpoan nengoenean," she murmured as she brought the tension down a little. Mara wanted the slave's pain and torture to last, and too much pain too quickly would spoil the fun. "Arreta gehiegi marraztuko zuen." She quickly looked to her friend behind her, and she could see how hooded Lithrae's eyes were. If they were in private, Mara would act on this immediately. It was gratifying to know the attraction was not one sided. Alas, there was work to be done.

"Uste dut zuretzat prest dagoela, nire gozoa." She looked at the slave again, before stepping back. The slave moaned in relief and sagged in the rope, and then, quickly, gave a yelp of pain as he put too much pressure on the joints of his shoulders. "Mutiko ona izan eta zeure burua mantendu. Ez duzu sorbaldarik galdu nahi oraindik."

Mara stepped back and lovingly placed the flogger on the rack with her other instruments. As she stepped by the other Naer, she let her hand brush gently against Lithrae's own, and could not help the slight sigh that escaped her. This was real, she reminded herself. Mara was home again, with a woman she had thought of endlessly for those long arcs of separation.

She folded her arms, and grinned at Lithrae, her eyes sparkling in excitement. "Orain zure txanda da."

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Ezin nuen horrelako ezer egin, kanpoan nengoenean, = I could not do anything like this while I was away.
Arreta gehiegi marraztuko zuen. = It would have brought too much attention.
Uste dut zuretzat prest dagoela, nire gozoa. = I think he is ready for you, my sweet.
Mutiko ona izan eta zeure burua mantendu. Ez duzu sorbaldarik galdu nahi oraindik. = Be a good boy and hold yourself up. You don't want to lose your shoulders just yet.
Orain zure txanda da. = Now it's your turn.

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[Lithrae]

Lithrae smiled at the slaves reaction to the whip, though Mara's reaction was interesting as well. Somehow, she doubted Mara was shivering for the same reason the slave was, since Mara would know that Lithrae would never whip her friend. She did let out a mocking laugh at the result of Mara's flogger. "Nirea, ia gozatzen duen bezala da." she said, her mockery clearly aimed at the slave before them.

Lithrae looked over at Mara as she said she hadn't been able to indulge in any torture while she was away, giving a sympathetic grimace. "Nolatan aspergarria. Eta, aldi berean, gizon libreak jartzea." she said, her voice showing the contempt she felt for the uncivilized world outside Augiery. "Beno, zu berriro zara. Horrelako leku zibilizatua sadismo on bat estimatzen du beti." she purred, the tone of her voice showing that the appreciation for Mara's sadistic nature was there on a personal level as well.

When Mara said the slave was ready for her, Lithrae just gave a sadistic laugh. She did pause as Mara's hand brushed against her, looking at her friend with a surprisingly soft smile. It was good to have Mara back, to have the chance to see if there was still the spark that had been growing when the other Naer had been sent away. Still, for now though, the focus had to be on the work. She stepped forward and pulled her whip taught between her hands with a snapping sound. "Izan ere, hori da. Orain, esklabo , entzuten dugu zer motatako melodia zure oihuak egiten." she said with an almost seductive purr as she raised her arm and moved it in a way that had her whip briefly coil in the air above her, as if it were a snake getting ready to strike.

Then she brought her arm down and the pain began. The first strike, coming from above, landed squarely on the slaves chest, causing him to cry out in pain. Her second strike came from below and the whip wrapped around his chest a bit, hitting a rib hard. Lithrae's grin had turned savage, almost feral, in her enjoyment of the slaves pain. She had always loved the sound of a slave screaming. But, it wouldn't do to just retread the same ground Mara had with a more painful tool, so her third strike came from above again. This time, the whip came down hard on his right shoulder. "Ez ezazu uste motela ihes egitea, esklaboa izatea. Sormenerako zerbait zuregana hurbiltzeko denbora ematen digu." she said as she stepped to the side before bringing the whip down on his ribs, now opening up the first cut. Blood, screams, the company of a well loved friend, and the opportunity to inflict pain as they desired. Truly, Lithrae thought as she made a horizontal lash with the whip across the cut she had just opened, Audrae was smiling on them in that instant.

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Nirea, ia gozatzen duen bezala da. = "My, it's almost like he enjoys it."

"Nolatan aspergarria. Eta, aldi berean, gizon libreak jartzea." = "How utterly boring. And to have to put up with free men at the same time."

"Beno, zu berriro zara. Horrelako leku zibilizatua sadismo on bat estimatzen du beti." = "Well, you're back now. A civilized place like this always appreciates a good sadist."

"Izan ere, hori da. Orain, esklabo , entzuten dugu zer motatako melodia zure oihuak egiten." = "Indeed it is. Now then, slave, let's hear what kind of melody your screams make."

"Ez ezazu uste motela ihes egitea, esklaboa izatea. Sormenerako zerbait zuregana hurbiltzeko denbora ematen digu." = "Don't think fainting will be an escape, slave. It'll just give us time to come up with something creative to do to you."

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[Mara]

Mara could not help the shiver that ran through her as Lithrae slowly, lovingly, uncoiled her whip, letting it unfurl before the slave. His eyes widened in horror at the sight, the single-tail promising pain beyond what he had already endured. She bit her lip and shifted slightly as Lithrae stalked towards the poor boy, watching the sashay of the Naer's hips. Her eyes fluttered closed. Audrae, let me focus on what must be done, she prayed briefly. She was at work. Now was not time for such compulsions.

"Jakinarazi zidan, esklabo, prest zegoela," she said with a smile, even as she admired the way that her flogging had left his chest nice and pink for Lithrae. "Hau minik egingo du," she whispered, and it was a promise. Even as Lithrae coiled the whip up in a high arc, she could not focus on the slave's expression of pure fear, though that was usually one of her favourite parts. All she could think of, all she could notice, was how beautiful Lithrae was in this moment, and how much she had missed this while she had been away.

And then - crack. The slave screamed as the whip came down on his body, and it left a beautiful thin welt on his skin. He moaned again as he jerked away from the pain, causing his shoulders to creak in protest. Soon, Mara knew, they would release from their joints, and he would be unable to move from Lithrae's sadistic attacks on his flesh. Mara said nothing, simply watching her friend work.

Blood soon joined the welts and bruises, running red over pink skin, and she passed a hand over her eyes, even as her breath came in short bursts. This was eroticism defined, and she could not hide how affected she was. "Sinfonia eder hau," she purred, but again her eyes were on Lithrae as she snapped the whip again and again on the poor man's flesh. And then - it happened.

The slave jerked away when a particularly vicious blow split his nipple in two, causing blood to immediately flow from the sensitive flesh. The scream of pain turned into one even more possessed as, with a snap, his right shoulder dislocated. The transition of weight caused the other to snap out too, and immediately, the man fainted in pain.

"Gelditu!" she called to Lithrae, running over to the slave. A hard slap across his cheek did not rouse him. "Hotza da," she said, stepping back to observe her friend with a grin. "Lan bikaina, nire laguna. Baina orain aukera bat dugu." Mara pressed on one of his dislocated shoulders, and the slave moaned, though remained unconscious.

"Hiru trinko besterik ez ditugu lortu odol hori artikulazio horietakoa galtzen dugun arte eta besoak necrotic bihurtzen dira. Hiltzea, Lithrae, edo askatu al dugu? Armak gabe, azken finean, ezin du lan." Mara stepped back, allowing Lithrae to make the decision. He was, after all, her charge, and Mara would always defer to what Lithrae wanted.

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Jakinarazi zidan, esklabo, prest zegoela. = I did warn you, slave, that I was just getting you ready.
Hau minik egingo du. = This will hurt.
Sinfonia eder hau. = Such a beautiful symphony.
Gelditu. = Stop!
Hotza da. = He is out cold.
Lan bikaina, nire laguna. Baina orain aukera bat dugu. = Excellent work, my friend. But now we have a choice.
Hiru trinko besterik ez ditugu lortu odol hori artikulazio horietakoa galtzen dugun arte eta besoak necrotic bihurtzen dira. Hiltzea, Lithrae, edo askatu al dugu? Armak gabe, azken finean, ezin du lan. = We only have a few trills until we lose blood to these joints and the arms turn necrotic. Are we to kill him, Lithrae, or have the man released? Without arms, after all, he cannot work.

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