It was unexpected to be sure. I should of held merit to the belief that Daeva would use her companion and his exceptional skill to pluck answers from my head with such means. It was a day that started out like many others that I have had since arriving under the roof of my Mistresses companions house. Wake up and seek out Mouse for the days intruction and go about my buisness. I had come back from the market and happened to come upon my Mistress when she told me to join her. I followed her down a hallway I had not yet wandered, and into a room covered from floor to ceiling in stainless steel. I dont have to tell you how my heart began to hammer in my chest when X came into the room with a black satchel in hand and closed the door. So what I thought would of turned out to be a routine medical examination was far from it...I should of never followed her.. I should of ran the opposit direction.. ran for the hills.. something or anything but followed her down that hall. The smell alone when the door was opened.. the acrid smell of astringent.. and bleach assulted my sinuses so badly I gagged. There was hesitation from my Mistress there at the door but I didnt look back at her seeing the room before me. It was stainless steel.. all the walls reflecting off of eachother and the effect kind of made the walls disapear. Where did one end and the other begin? With the nudge from my Mistress I entered to see X there with a little black satchel on one of those rolling stainless steel tables you see in most clinics and I was currious at first until he told me to strip and lay down on the table. Should of run... away.. and fast.
I could feel the tension from my Mistress as she lingered near the door and soon told me what I would be doing... should of run... In the black bag were Skewers. Metal and long and sharp and evil.. and as my Mistress started to question me.. about my Master.. and the trip we had made to the Tahari.. I knew I was in for a huge pile of shit. It had been so long ago.. and so much had happened between then and now...My arm was taken by The Patron and he held my wrist... one of those skewers placed on the bicept and as my Mistress asked questions.. the point sank in soo slowly at first.. just a little at a time with each question. My Master had done well to keep me out of the loop on what the relic was that we sought so I was safe in that repect but not having answers didnt stop the skewer..
At some point I was holding back bile in my throat.. mumbling out the answers as I fought to loose the pain.. and it didnt go away.. and when I suddenly heard the faint.. ' tink ' of metal hitting metal.. I was done for. I passed out and when I awoke I was in my kennel with a bandage over the wound and a sharp pain in my arm when I moved the muscle. Todays lesson boys and girls..? Never trust a woman... I am one.. and I dont even trust myself anymore. Anyone that wears a mask..never taking it off... is an evil fuck, and stainless steel... is the metal of devils.
