In the Dungeons

Nashim stood in front of the prisoner with stone-like face and was looking at him with intensity. The prisoner was chained to the wall and the blood smeared on his body was reminding the observer that he was tortured before. He did not speak any words, he was too exhausted and in terrible pain. Two of prison guards were standing near him and two more were assissting Nashim.

"You really are stupid if you all think that you can outwit me" said the elf and smiled a little. "I have much more spies than queen Rabra, that's how I found you are spying me for her. That was too easy..."

The man looked at him with empty eyes and moaned. But his eyes quickly stopped to be so empty and filled with begging.

"I...I...can turn to you...if you want me to...but please tell them to stop..."

Nashim always found extremely pleasant to watch tortures. This was his subsitute of sex; he never had sex in his life, because of his child body and he did not felt urge to make love with anyone - but pain of others...this was his main turn on. He wasn't as that in his early life; he despited violence as any other elf in the Era of Youth. They were artists not cruel beasts that were humans. But something broked into Nashim after the fall of elves. Or even earlier, when he turned to humans to live comfortable and wealthy life. This was a crack that he heard everytime when he committed a crime against humanity - but after some time he stopped hear this broken sound. He started to admire acts of violence as he before admired the beauty of trees.

"How can I trust that you won't betray me like you want to betray the queen right now? If someone forced you to betray me...I need people who won't speak, even after skin ripping. I have such people. Why I need you, the traitor of the crown?"

The man didn't reply; he collapsed into his pain.

"You don't need to bring executioners anymore" said Nashim to his guards. "He is broken already and I have other things to do. Just...kill him quietly. We don't want queen hears about this pitiful incident."

Nashim smiled to guards with one of his most adorable smiles and left the dungeons.

"He is sick...in some way. And he is an elf." said one of the guards to another, scratching his head.

"But he pays us good. We don't need to know his reasons. We just listen and get the money. That's what counts." said other guards and stepped to the tortured man. "Help me unchain him, he is heavy."