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Mornië utúlië (1x1 w/ Jikkah)

She flinched again, but took the bottle this time, removing the cork and downing it. When it was gone, she wiped the corners of her mouth, then simply dropped the bottle, staggering to her feet.
 
She followed after him, but still remained silent, not making it clear if she was agreeing or protesting him.
 
They walked for a while longer before he brought her to a dingy old shack, tugging her in and dragging her to the far corner before chaining her to the wall.
 
She simply sat down on the floor when he chained her to the wall; was it indifference? No, there was no way, the look in her eyes when she had seen his face told Sasuke she certainly remembered him, for she had been the one to spare his life alone after all.
 
The sprite flinched away as the brazier was lit, scowling at the fire and moving away from it as far as possible.
 
The sprite still said nothing, keeping her mouth shut tightly, not about to simply give up her master to some child.
 
The tattered coat she was wearing hid most of her body, all but her hands and legs below her knees showing, but her pale skin looked as delicate as thin ice. She moved away from the iron the best she could, but it wasn’t much. “I won’t.” She finally spoke.
 
The flesh of the sprite sizzled and burned, but it didn’t smell of burning flesh, rather the scentless smell of ice being burned. Water dropped from her arm, melting as if she were made from ice rather than flesh and bone. Her screams told Sasuke she could feel pain, but she still said nothing.
 
“No.” She said firmly through her teeth, holding onto the chains tightly. “I won’t tell scum like you where he is.”
 
They fell over her, burning the cloak she had on and her flesh as they fell to the floor, making her wince and hiss in pain. “I won’t..!”
 
He swept the coals and put them back in the brazier before taking the iron again. Wordlessly and unceremoniously he pressed it to her skin again and held it there.
 
She cried out again in pain, another hole burned through her coat from the rod he pressed into her back. Both the clothing and her flesh burned, a small amount of steam rolling off of her from her wound.
 
She only clenched her jaw and turned her head away from him, trembling from the pain but refusing to tell him anything.
 
This continued for a couple days, the only time she saw him was when he came to burn her. He kept the brazier close to her when he was away so she could never be comfortable. Not until she gave up her master.
 
The sprite wouldn’t talk, not about her master at least, rather willing to take the torture than give him up, even if it meant her suffering. She shed tears, and cried from the pain, but not once did she beg him to stop.
 
He starved her; even if starvation couldn't kill her, hunger was a good motivator. He would eat silently not far from her, watching her as he ate.
 
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