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Karo

Karo

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Arya ducked back into the branches of the tree she had hidden herself in. The life of a spy was never easy, but she was trained. One of the best, it was what she was always told. She couldn't help but hide the smile on her lips. She would have much to report back, but it wasn't quite enough.

Leather armor fitted to a female form was camouflaged to match the trees, and she had her dark hair pulled back into a braid to keep it out of her eyes. Below, she could see the outskirts of an enemy camp. It was just too easy...it was like they were completely unprepaired for her presence, or even the possibility of them being spied on.

If only she could get a bit closer, though...Arya held her breath as she crept along the length of a sturdy branch, ever careful not to disturb the foliage too much. It was a certain way to give away her presence, and she didn't want to know what they did to their captives.

This was just perfect. The young elf chuckled to herself as she slipped between branches. Of course, anything would be this easy for an eager and talented young spy such as herself. She didn't even know why she was being so cautious; of course, she had been trained never to drop her guard, but they hadn't noticed her presence for days! And these people were a threat to them?

Another coy smile wrapped its way over her lips. She laid herself out as flat as she could, trying to eavesdrop into a passing group of soldiers.
 
While it was true that for the first couple of day the elven camp had not been able to track down any elves hidden and watching within their mists, after a few silent traps had been tripped, and it was clear that no animal could have tripped them, there was no question as to the fact that they were being watched, and very possibly information would soon be leaked out. There were few in the camp that really knew there was a spy, and the liutenant in charge felt it would be best to keep it that way. While sure, more information may be leaked, all of that would be moot if they would be able to catch the spy.

And that was really the key, after all, a spy was one of the most coveted of both sides of the war. One whom holds information about both sides, obviously... and while almost all spies became that way because of their loyalty to their countries. Normally unquestioning, it was always in the interest of the opposing country to find a way to break the will of any spy, and that's exactly what the lieutenant had in mind.

While he didn't expect the spy to do anything to alert anyone of her location, he also knew she must report to messenger at some point, and with his own trackers having a perimeter around the camp, he figured that would be the best time to launch an ambush and capture the little devil.
 
It wouldn't be long. Arya spent only a few more fleeting hours peering over into the camp, gathering what more information she could. It was enough for then. While she was confident that she hadn't been given away, she wasn't one to press her luck too much. Doing so was never, ever a wise move. She made a mental note of a tidbit of information that she had picked up, and slipped back into the trees.

Too easy. That was all she could think as she made her way across branches, dropping down from the trees only when she was sure she was well away from the camp, away from the guards and any sentries. A stray guard here and there wouldn't be much of a challenge, but she had the feeling that any patrol would have at least three members, and that would prove to be disadvantageous to her.

Her feet hit the ground softly as she let herself drop. A quick glance over her shoulder, and she chuckled. Off without so much as a snag. If this was as easy as it was, she wondered why they even had a war to begin with. She shook her head, and started off down the path to where her contact was waiting.
 
While perhaps she was careful enough not to let herself be seen, her contact was not so fortunate, and at this very moment, was standing right in a trap. He was already dead, his body held up by vines in order to create an impression that he was still standing and alive. The whole area was now under a large rune, preventing magic from being cast inside of it. All that needed to happen now was for her to arrive, and be captured. Of course, Shido knew it wouldn't be so easy. She would fight, but it wasn't as if that was any surprise.

His men were ready, waiting for her to arrive at the clearing. They were armed not with their normal bows and arrows, but with darts and shooters laced with poison. They did not wish to kill Arya, just paralyze her. After all, she was the one with the information, she was the one whom held the keys. The paralyzation would hopefully be immediate, and without magic to clense herself of it, she would be defenseless... and unable to kill herself to prevent the torture.

Oh, and he already knew that there were many experimental procedures ready for her to take. Their last captured spy died from them, but this time it would not be so much pain that she would be subjected to, although the basics of torture would still be applied. There was a much different part of her brain that they would attack, and hopefully, it would allow them access to the rest of herself, and place a nice crack they could exploit.
 
It wasn't that it was a long trek, but constantly looking back over her shoulder, wondering if or when she would run into a scout or soldier...it started to wear on her. She couldn't just take a straight shot, either; that would be too easy to track, so she took her time getting to the meeting point.

By the time she had reached the clearing, she had managed to get herself slightly paranoid. It had been too easy, it really had, and the fact that she hadn't even had the slightest inclination that she had been spotted was troublesome. It was a relief, though, that she'd be able to get this far without any new troubles popping up.

She really should have noticed; a body supported by vines in a clearing...it wasn't hard to spot, not for a trained eye, but she was safe, at least in her mind. This was the end, no reason to keep her guard up anymore. She sighed as she broke into the clearing, and at once, she felt the hair on the back of her neck stand on end. A trap? No...it couldn't be.

There was hardly time to react. With a stark realization that felt akin to someone punching her in the jaw, she saw the vines holding up the corpse that was her contact, and saw the slight movement of soldiers in the surrounding foliage.

And she knew that she had been found out, long before she had known it. They had been planning this. Everything seemed to slow, every breath was pulled into her lungs quickly, and she felt her heart pounding in her ears as she quickly turned heel to bolt back into the cover of trees.
 
By the time she went bolting back to the tree's, the whistling of the darts came in, the moving of the soldiers has already begun in an attempts to surround her, the side closest to the edge of the rune was the part most saturated with them. They didn't want to waste any time taking her down, lest she is able to somehow die, or worse escape. But they had the upper hand, and the elven girl only had so many places to hide. The darts kept flying, and should any of them burrow their way into their skin, the quick pace of the poison should stop her in her tracks.

She was to be tied up immediately, and on her neck to be placed a cursed collar. Her magic would be drained, and she would be led back to the camp which she was spying on. Her knowledge of their ways, of their battle plans would soon become useless... it was now her job to protect the knowledge of her own race, something that they were now eager to break out of her. The most valuable of prisoners, she was about to learn that her overconfidence had cost her quite dearly.
 
As soon as she knew she wasn't going to get away, she knew her course of action. It was how she had been trained. A dagger at her belt...if she was dead, they couldn't extract information from her.

She was too slow, though; by the time she had managed to reach the knife, she had felt a few of the needles bury themselves in her exposed skin. She felt her limbs go weak, and the dagger dropped to the ground as she fell. She groaned softly, and did her best to struggle, but it was like she wasn't in control of any of her muscles. The woods spun around her, and the feeling of hands on her was like something in a dream. Only a vague awareness of what was around her served her, and even that fizzled in and out.

For a long time, she was only conscious of the ropes binding her, of the heavy collar around her neck, and the odd tingle that came from being drained of magic. It was an odd emptiness, and she wanted to retreat into it, the poison still lingering in her system.

Waking wasn't a pleasant thought; she knew that a captured spy wasn't given a quick execution. No, she would pretend to sleep for as long as she could, hoping that it would buy her some time to plan an escape.
 
They moved to her quickly after she was taken down. They removed the darts from her skin before slapping on the collar and tying her hands behind her back, before moving her quickly to the village again and pulling her downstairs as she was de-robed and checked thoroughly for any type of weapons or other materials that might aid in an escape. Once that was finished, she was fitted with a little more gear, four cuffs with runes on them, placed on her wrists and ankles before thrown into a cell, still naked and lying on nothing but dirt and straw. There were no other prisoners there besides her, and from the looks of the cell, what was underground, it was going to not only be her living area, but her place of torture as well.

A large tub, looking more like a small vat rather than someplace to bathe in sat in a corner of the room outside her cell, as well as a wooden table with restraints. In the cell itself, there were metal constraints on the wall, clearly would be used in conjunction with the cuffs in order to perhaps make sure she was further restrained in case she tried to kill herself.

Currently, there was only one guard on watch, and those whom had captured her seemed quite content with letting her sit in the cell and think about what had just gone on. They were waiting now, waiting for her to begin to beg for water and food, before they would start their torture. After all, being deprived of basic nutrients was the first step in making her mind weak.
 
By the time she was lucid, there wasn't much to do aside from curl up on the dirt floor. At least she could think of some plan of escape.

It would have been easier without the constant prickling of eyes on her. She knew she was being watched, and the chill of the air around her reminded her that she was completely nude. It was all she could do to curl in on herself, trying to keep herself covered as she could. She had a well-trained form, lithe muscles, a few scars from sparring matches and injuries from skirmishes, but nothing too major. And she was aware that she was being watched.

For a long while, she just lay there, wondering if it was possible to claw through enough of her skin to slit her jugular. However, fleeting thoughts aside, soon, her knees were stiff, and her shoulders ached, and she needed to sit.

Doing so gave her a fuller view of the cell, and it made her shudder. She knew she was in for some rather intense torture, but she was trained not to give up information. She wouldn't be broken. She caught the eye of the guards watching her, and scoffed, turning her head away. Her mouth was dry, she needed a drink, but she wouldn't give them the satisfaction of watching her beg. If she starved to death, it wouldn't be the worst thing; at least they wouldn't get what they needed from her.

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She couldn't say how long it had been. Hours? Days? Longer? Her stomach was empty, and her throat parched, and they hadn't shown any signs of caving in. Her wrists were beginning to grow raw from the cuffs rubbing against them, and her neck itched from the collar. Not to mention that she was dusty and dirty, and was beginning to feel more like a prisoner.

It was a matter of seeing who would break first. And she felt her will slipping slightly.

Just...getting a drink, a bit of food in her belly...it wouldn't hurt. She needed it to survive, after all, and if she kept doing this to herself, she was more willing to let something slip. Right?

She stood slowly, and made her way over to the edge of her cell, trying to get the guards' attention.

"I...I need water." She said quietly, her voice hoarse and dry.
 
The guard pretended not to hear her, as he sat and watched her, just like all the others whom had come before him. Their orders were simple, if she caused any trouble, they'd call for backup and she'd be restrained. If she wanted food or water, or some other amenity, they were to wait until she either passed out from exhaustion and didn't move, or until she begged. And clearly, she wasn't on the verge of either of those just yet. The guard, whether it was because he could figure that she hadn't suffered enough, or just wanted her to suffer further, was not budging an inch.

It was funny that the simplest of things were sometimes the most effective. After all, without food or water, parts of her system would just simply shutdown, and cramps from the heat of the room and lack of water were sure to hit her at one point or another. Once she got to the point where the food and water situtation got to its extremes, they'd put her into another extreme and see how she'd handle it. The days that passed by were spent gathering the tools needed to perform the experimental little torture they had planned for her, and this was just the start, the tip of the iceberg.

Although all the guards were dressed very similarly, sometimes the lieutenant Shido himself came in to watch her for a shift, hoping to watch her condition and make sure that nothing happened to his specimen. She was now his responsibility, and he planned by the time this was all over, to have her be one of their own countries most valuable assets.
 
She wasn't going to play this game with them. After a few failed attempts to get their attention, she retreated back to the far wall of her cell. They'd break down. She knew she was valuable to them; if they wanted her dead, they would've killed her on the spot. She knew they wanted her alive, and that was enough to keep her going.

It was enough to press her further than what she thought. Another long, long while passed. Days, she was sure, as she saw the same guards change shifts a few times. Things were starting to blur together, though. One minute blended into the next, and it felt like she was looking through clouded glass.

Her mouth was parched, her lips cracked. Everything ached, and she could barely keep her eyes open. She leaned against the wall of her cell, curled in on herself. She wouldn't beg...she refused.

Something was wrong...the cell had started shifting on its own a few minutes before. She could feel her heart fluttering, and she felt cold, despite knowing her skin was hot to the touch. She needed water. An attempt to stand didn't fare well, and before she could even get into a crouch, her eyes slid closed, and she collapsed on the floor of her cell.
 
Once she collapsed on the floor of the cell, the guard called for others to come in. Once they had enough in guards, now, the opened up the cell and sort of make sure she was out, before they grabbed her and attached a weight to her leg, before also chaining her arms from the cuffs to something to lower and raise her into the little vat in the corner of the room. It was in fact, a well, something which she could be lowered into and to simulate drowning.

So, since she needed water so badly, they decided to give her exactly what she wanted, and as much of it if more more than she could take. The water itself was quite cold, and while they knew that they shouldn't attempt to give her any sort of disease... it wasn't like they wanted to make her comfy. So, they dropped the weight into the water and began to let begin her decent down into the water...
 
She didn't wake through their handling of her. Her head lolled to the side as she was chained, not even a groan from her as she was shackled.

She was out cold. The initial chill of the water on her skin didn't rouse her. No, it wasn't until she had inhaled a lungful that she woke suddenly, coughing and sputtering as she attempted to keep her head above the water. Weak as she was, she attempted an instinctive, albeit short lived struggle. She felt her head spin again, and ceased her thrashing; if she passed out again, she wouldn't be able to hold her breath at all.

For the first time, she was showing a smattering of fear, and she again she struggled, only to choke on water once again.
 
They kept her head above the water with the little pully that was connected to her hands. However, after a few moments of pulling her head above water again, they released some of it, so that the weight pulled her under and that she couldn't even struggle to get her head above before raising her up again. The lieutenant was finally brought in as they raised her now so that she could see him, as he watched her now, looking much more sickly than she had been since she was first brought in. She hadn't really had to talk with anyone, but now it was time that she got to know someone whom would be asking her for the information.

"Enough water for you? Looks like you've got enough will in you to hold out until you've killed yourself, but we're not going to let you die on us. Not until you tell us everything you know... why don't you make it easy and save yourself all the time of torture hmm?" He asked her, waiting to hear what she had to say about that, and not actually sure if he hoped she would agree to tell them, or if they would be able to experiment on her.
 
Her lungs burned, her sinuses burned...she had inhaled a bit of water, and was still coughing, trying to rid her lungs of it when she was finally raised completely. She was aware that she looked like a wreck, a long while without food or water, but at least she was free of a good amount of dirt that had clung to her.

She shifted slightly, her wrists sore, as the lieutenant spoke to her. She didn't seem to be paying attention, and really, still mostly starved and still dehydrated, she was only comprehending about half of what he was saying anyway, but the offer was clear.

In response, she spat at him, and a bit of a growl sounded in her throat. "I'll die before I'll breathe a word to you." She whispered, her voice still hoarse and dry. She was strong-willed; she had been trained to be, and if she let loose the secrets she held...well, she wouldn't let that happen.
 
He watched as she tried to spit at him, and she announced that she would die before breathing a word to him. "Huh, you're already speaking to me, and it'll only be a matter of time before you're singing to me everything you know. Make sure she's uncomfortable." He told them before he moved away, as he allowed his men to continue to dunk her. She would not see him for quite a while, but days of her torture began to become routine.

She was given food and water twice everyday, a simple bread and some greens, while a dirty water which was filled in the same cup given to her. They didn't really give her any lashings, and in fact, they gave her some rags to cover herself. There was no need to be presumptuous anymore. She knew what was going to happen every day now, and her torture while routine, got worse and worse everyday. They did their best to change up her torture, and the only thing that she could be sure of is that there would be pain, and they would ask her to spill her secrets.
 
And every day, she refused. She ate what they gave her, keeping her strength up would be important. A weak body eventually lead to a weak mind and weak will, neither of which would do anything but harm. And while the rags she wore were meager, they did do something to boost her morale slightly, just knowing that she wasn't completely exposed to her captors.

Through the torture, she showed few signs of breaking down. She was trained to resist torture, after all. The only thing she gave them were a few fleeting insults at the end of particularly brutal sessions.

She had conditioned herself to take the pain, physical torture wasn't something she wished to endure, not in the least, but she braced herself through it. After a few of their more brutal treatments of her, it was easy to see that pain alone wouldn't break her.
 
After around three weeks, on a seemingly random day, the beatings and tortures stopped, while the food kept coming. This went on for two more days before the lieutenant finally came back in, during that afternoon as he picked up a chair and now sat next to the cell, watching her. He began to talk once he knew she was awake, and decided to address the situation first, as he looked around to see if she eve knew how long she was there for. "Well well, it doesn't seem like we're getting anywhere hmm? But that was to make sure you're the real thing.... after all, if you broke down, then we'd be quite skeptical that you were really such an important spy."

He mentioned as he continued to watch her, wondering what sort of torture he would put her through. There were many different experiments that they could put her though, some to mutilate her body, others in an attempt to implode her with magic, while the last was to keep her intact, and used a being of lore. Of course, that had quite the possibility of getting out of control very quickly. But that would keep her alive, and it was very possible she would do more than just sing for them.

He'd rest what he would do on her answers today, and he figured that a lot of the other experiments would just kill her before she even talked.
 
She scoffed, retreated to the back of the cell they were keeping her in. Pressed against the back wall, she glared at the lieutenant as he spoke. She was bruised, scraped, battered, but no where near broken. The last few days had given her a chance to recover, and she was more determined than ever not to give them what they wanted.

"You're not getting anything from me." She assured him again, as defiant as the day they had brought her in. "You're wasting your time..." she had a few deep gashes down her arms; she had broken a glass and used it as an impromptu knife in an attempt to end her own life, but she had been stopped.

There was almost a challenge in her voice; she knew they couldn't break her, if what they had been doing was the worst they had.
 
He looked over at the gashes at her arms, which were quite unbecoming of her. She seemed to have no problems with pain, and no real issues with the anger and the upsetting nature of being tortured. OH no, the only time he had seen her flinch was... well, that would lead quite well into one of the experiments. If she wanted to be tortured, there was plenty they could do to exploit her... body. After all, while her mind might be able to block out pain, and was trained to do so, there were other ways of manipulating her.

He whispered a couple of magical words, as they would activate the runes upon her cuffs, which would now shoot electicity through her body. He opened her cell door before he dragged her out as he moved to place her upon the wooden table. It was just her and him in the room, and he moved and declothed her now, before binding her down and then releasing the spell upon her. "Well, if you're not going to respond to pain, we have other ways as well you know. And perhaps you'll be able to respond better to this."

He told her before he removed what seemed like a clear gel, as he moved to spread it around her entrance, being careful not to touch it to make sure no extra stimulation would be generated, because seoon enough she would find herself wishing her hands were not tied down in order to relieve herself. It was quite a complicated aphordesiac, and when spread in the correct quantity and concentration... well, it could lead to incredible pleasure, or an inability to obtain what would seem to be so close.
 
Unable to fight back, she could do little aside from offer a vague, fleeting struggle against him as he took her from her cell, stripped her, and tied her down to the table. Well, at least she tried to struggle, it was hard to tell with the dull stupor the shock had given her.

As her senses returned, she growled, realizing that he was far closer than she wished him to be. However, tied down as she was, she could do nothing except make an attempt to wiggle away from him. It had broken down to this, then? Physical torture wasn't enough, so they were finding other ways to break her.

She sucked in a hissing breath as she felt the substance on her, glaring down the lieutenant. "This...you're sick..." she growled. However, she could feel it starting to affect her.

She tried not to let it show, but she could feel her pulse rising already, and she had to close her eyes for a moment. She had control of herself...she did. She had to will it, but she wouldn't give him the satisfaction.

She could feel herself heating up, enough to cause her a bit of discomfort. Against her willing, she squirmed slightly, her hips lifting barely from the table. "The hell did you do to me?" She whispered, her chest beginning to rise and fall in a soft pant.
 
"Hmph, Let's just say this is necessary hmm? You'll figure out soon enough that this is just another step towards figuring out that you really have no say as to what's going to happen. You're going to be one of ours, and the sooner your renounce yourself, the better off that you'll be. We have all the time in the world to wait for you, and your life is long, quite long enough for you to break down soon enough." He told her, which it was partially true. They wanted information quickly, and if the experiements were going to push her towards it, then they would push forward.

He continued with the gel, before he placed it also now on her chest, as they would stimulate that which were normally sensitive, and turn her own body against her mind. It was funny that he was the only male in the room, and soon she'd be craving for any possibility of relief. He moved to uncuff her legs, since it wasn't even like she could do anything but make it worse if she tried to squeeze her legs together. While he didn't expect her to talk the first day, this was just one of many of these little sessions, and each time they would be humiliating her more and more.
 
She fought back a whimper, her mouth clenched closed to stifle the noise. The more he worked her over, the more the blush rose in her cheeks. An unwarranted response, at least in her mind. She shouldn't have been so embarrassed, but she couldn't help it. Not with him so intentionally...

Arya immediately tucked her legs in as soon as she was able to, fighting back another whimper. It was insane, the sensation she was feeling. She knew what it was, and she knew what her captor was trying to do, but she was going to fight it.

For a long while, she simply lay, twisted to her side as much as she could, trying to get the feeling to subside. She was well aware that the opposite was happening. Her heart continued to race, and her breaths came in ragged gasps. More than once, she gave an involuntary jerk of her hips, and she fought back a few moans. She had broken into a light sweat, shifting uncomfortably against the cuffs around her wrists. "I'm not breaking." She whispered to him.
 
"Whom are you trying to convince hmm? Whether or not you break is all up to you. Whether or not you wish to end this, is just a question of whether you'd like to let your mouth begin to say what it wishes, what it will take to put you over the edge. You see, this isn't going to stop. We'll feed you, force it into your mouth if we have to, but the gel will stay on, and maybe even we'll let it stimulate your insides as well, but you're not going to get what you need..." He patted her on the face, figuring he'd give her a little lingering touch, and hoping it wouldn't push her to any release just with his touch.

After all, it was quite powerful. Illegal in most likely both of their courts, there was no law inside this room. Whatever it took, Arya was nothing but a prisoner. She didn't exist, and thus laws didn't apply to her. She would suffer until she broke, or until her body went into some sort of cardiac arrest. There was not real telling what would happen, whether she'd be able to sleep, or perhaps she would begin to become delirious, or even reveal those secrets without meaning to. But any way to get her mouth moving, was something positive, and they would continue with this torture for as long as Shido saw fit.
 
It had to have been days. No one could say she didn't put up a fight. Her body trembled, what food she managed to get down had to be forced, and she managed to bite a few of the soldiers during the first few days.

However, after a week, maybe longer, she was in complete agony. Sweating, panting, unable to fight back the occasional moan, her back arched as she fought to get the release she needed.

Nevermind that she was being watched, nevermind that she was in a state that she had hoped no one would ever see her in, it was the worst torment she had ever experienced.

"P-please." She choked out. It was late in the evening nearing the tenth day of that particular line of torture. She had hardly slept, what sleep she had gotten was fleeting moments of rest, never quite drifting off completely. "Please, no more...no more..." she whimpered, her back arched up again.
 
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