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((Continuation from the Dead Forest...))

Was he dead? Was he alive? He'd sustained many injuries; violent, bloody, crippling. Siat was in one of the many chambers underground, bound to a table by black silk cords with small runes stitched into them. His body was covered in bandages... no, funerary wrappings.

The man was alive all right, but being blinded, as the encounter with the ghouls had taken his eyeballs, and in a weakened state, as he had passed out due to blood-loss, he would be in little condition to do much. His wounds had been minimally healed, only to the point where he'd be alive; his major organs functioning, while the damage to his eyes, arms, and gut, would remain.

Even if he could somehow recover his strength in mere moments, the magic laced bindings which held him in lace would prevent him from moving.

By now, he should be awake, and at the moment he would awaken, he'd hear one voice croak out, echoing through the oddly quiet chamber.

"It seems that you are in quite the predicament."

So there was someone else in the room, maybe even more than one person, who knows. Now it was time to see if the man was worth the effort.

"Right, well then..." The man stepped over to the table, and in his hands he had a large needle. Actually, it was something more along the lines of a realy long nail with the diameter of half a centimeter.

And he'd jab it into the man's gut. Like a bullet wound, damage in such an area was not instantly fatal, however, it hurt. Really hurt.

And after such, came the interogation. "Your name?"

"Alright Susie," the torturer began, "this might hurt a little." he said as he stepped to the table at the side and picked up an intricately decorated pair of scissors. However, they werent just for looks, as the blades were extremely sharp.

Apparently he was not amused by the lack of co-operation. So then he'd go and snip off the man's pinky on his left hand, using the leverage the two blades going in either direction to cut through the first joint from the knuckle. He'd put it in a little jar as he'd put both the now bloody scissors and the jar down onto the table.

"What supernatural abilities do you possess?" Another question, asked without any hint of pleasure nor displeasure in his voice, that of a cold professional.

"Well, theres the danger factor to all that, so I'd rather not." the torturer answered as he picked up a syringe. He'd go up to the man and inject it into his body. There was nothing special about it, it was just a pain killing drug. However, just because the pain would be dulled, it didnt mean that Siat wouldnt know if the man was cutting him up some more.

He simply tossed the used syringe away. "So, whats the answer to that question?" the man asked again as he began poking at the other tools on the table.

"What supernatural abilities do you possess?" the man repeated the question.

"Amazing. Tell me more." he said as he turned about, a bladed item similar to a scalpel in his hands. He'd go over and begin to cut a slit open in the man's belly, in his upper right side. What he wanted was a sample of the man's liver, wherein when he had access to it, he'd take a chunk out.

A regular human can survive with only 15% of their liver, though thats not counting how messed up they would be in such a state, but alive none-the-less. The man would only take a chunk roughly one cubic inch.

A matter similar to bile would spill out onto the mans hands as he sliced him open and he would promptly notice that it was scalding hot. Specifically, it was 200 degrees celcius so the man would have a nasty burn.

Siat didn't even wince, but his ragged breathing continued.

"What the ******** do you want?"