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*Ice didnt seem to care. Corbin's defiance in every form would be sorely tried over the next few nights. The Tzimisce had after all had MANY years of practice breaking people. Depriving people. Humiliating people. And he would do it again now.
In his kit, he bore not only devices of sexual torture, gags, bonds, ropes etc... but also items for suspending his prey, whips, tasers, needles, piercings...
His intent was first to bind Corbin tightly with rope, immobilising his arms behind his back at elbow and wrist. After that, an o-ring gag for the arrogant Diablerist, then.. the real fun woudl begin.
Ice would do everything in his power to humiliate and subdue Corbin, including forcing piercings through his nose, nipples, and other areas, hanging hoops in the holes which would all attach together, making any movement painful. Every night after he was done and reayd to rest, Ice would make sure to suspend his victim, upside down, so his gaze met his own reflection in any surface he gazed upon - the reflecton that of cours elooked liek Ice.
No matter how many nights it took, Ice would enjoy every second of this, until Corbin gave up any hope of freedom or pride.*

*Ice woke later that evening, stretched luxuriously, and as he opened his currently violet hued lashes, he was greeted once again by the sight of Corbin hanging over his rest area, the younger cainite clearly the worse for wear after the weeks of humilating sexual torture. Ice however ractically glowed from it.
He stretched, pushed himself up and enjoyed a cigarette, just looking at the suspended body before him, the whip marks, the cuts, the bruises... then suddenly reached up and cut Corbin down*

"Good evening pup. Ready to serve your master once more tonight? You know the drill - the correct answer is 'yes master', in tones of enthusiasm and resignation, otherwise I get to play with you again..."

"Then we are finally ready to move on."

*Turning away ffrom Corbin, he went to the door of the cell, opebned it, and yelled*

"Scneider! Select four kine form the store and bring them to your master. Hurry."

*Returning to Corbin, he lifted his chin, meeting his eyes with own, for once holding something akin to sorrow, then started undoing the damage he had done. At least physically.
Nose rings and chains were removed, as were the binds that still covered parts of Corbins body. Needles through his nipples for electrocution were also taken out, and everywhere Ice's hands touched, his image faded from the Diablerist to be replaced with Corbin's natural looks. At the same time, Ic elet his own body turn back to his faun self, though even this left a lot of Corbin about him. Truly, no one knew what the albino had ORIGINALLY looked like anymore, save for Bailey.*

Eat Corbin.

*It was the first time Ice had used Corbin's name sinc eth ordeal had started when Roan had left. He personally dragged the woman across the floor to Corbin by her hair, then moved back to allow him space*

Once you have fed, our tale continues, and you get out of this hell hole.

*He gestured vaguely at the cell. The only thing Corbin now bore form Ice's ministrations was the collar, though that was even now unchained from the wall*

Good boy... Rise Corbin Deseer. Time you chose your own meals again..

*Standing and opening the cell door, Ice gestured ot Corbin to follow him, with teh intent of leading corbin to the store room, where a further three kine at least would be offered to the still-starved heir.
Inside the store room, roughly twenty people lined the walls, all restrained, all seemingly half asleep in the cold of the room. Ice simply stood aside ot let Corbin choose*

*Ice stood calmly to one side, watching Corbin feed, taking in the screams with a bemuse dsmirk before finally raising a hand to stop the butchery.*

Enough.

*A single word. Yet one he expected to be obeyed as he turned form the room and walked towards his own study, expecting Corbin and Schneider to follow him*

Let me fix you something for its taste now, and we will discuss the next part of your lesson. And find you some clothes.

*He entered the study and gestured Corbin to a seat, while he fixed absinthe/blood mixed glasses for them both*

How are you feeling?

The drawer to your left Corbin.

*Ice placed a tall glass next to each of his guests, then sat back with his own.*

Lesson time. We left off, I believe, after talking of Roan's stubborness, and eventual submission to Arquistas. Everything you have endured, she did also. Eventually, she came as you have to a state of mind which finally freed her from the restraints of her own anger and pride. Once thsi was finally achieved, she travelled back to England as part of Arquistas's enalve, and I will not bore you with teh gruesome details of the journey and how it was made.
Once in England, the next stage of Roan's training was instigated. She was to work for her masters, this was all she was told. She was secured in a cell in a club, one which specialised in bringing entertainment to the masses by the death of wolves at cainite slave hands. There was a rosta, and various levels of suceess. In time, it was hoped Roan would rise to champion, and endure teh hardships the arena presented. Think of it as gladiatorial combat, with Arquistas as the Ceasar, dealing out death to the loser.
The lesson here was to use the new freedom from anger and pride to assess the enemy, teach them to think you were weak where you were strong, to divert attentions from ones weak places... in short, to win whatever restrictions were placed on each match. This is what you shall now also learn to do.