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[Coldstone Harshing]

The heat left the cage and the bars vanished allowing Squall to climb out.

"Next round" harshing took the die and made it land on 6 again.

[Squall Leonheart]

Squall fell out of the xcage and had to crawl to the table so his feet did not touch. he grabbed the die and rolled it, knowing that he'd lost already. it landed on a one.

[Coldstone Harshing]

"Pity" harshing smiled, bearing his dogged teeth.

"Onto the rack we go."

He motioned to the racl with shackles on either end for feet and arms.

"This one has a difference however. I wont spoil the surprise"

[Squall Leonheart]

Squall crawled to the rack and go himself into position, his hands and feet where they were meant to be. he didn't ahve a clue, and to be honest, he didn't care. he'd done enough already in his eyes.

[Coldstone Harshing]

Harshing placed all his wrists and ankles into the shackles, the timing went out of the window now.

The chains tightened autmatically on the wrack. The ceiling slid open reveailinga cloudy night, thunder and lighting in the air.

"On top of the castle I have cast a spell to attract lightning to this position." He smiled, pleased with himself.

"Whilst you are being shocked to near death your limbs will also be drawn out by magically tightening chains."

Harshing laughed in no more than a whisper and sat down to watch.

[Squall Leonheart]

Squall's eyes widened with shock at what was going to happen. he tried to wriggle free, but the chains were too tight on his wrists. he pulled against them, then heard a click, as the chain pulled away from each other. there was another soft click, and they started to slide apart more. Squall's body was being torn in two after less than a minute, and the lightning hadn't even struck. he saw one bolt hit several miles away, not close enough for the magic attraction to effect it. he waited, letting out a groan as more clicks were heard

[Coldstone Harshing]

A bottle of wine appeared in one hand, he drained it and it kept refilling. He drank then smashed the bottle so he had a weapon. He stood and approached the rack, bearing the half a broken bottle high in the air. He lowed it to his face.

"Such a pretty face it was." Then his eyes widened as he forced it down.

[Squall Leonheart]

Squall couldn't even scream, as lood started to pour from his face. he shut his eyes just in time, not getting anything in them, but nothing could stop the glass piercing his skin. then, the lightning struck

Squall couldn't see it, his eyes closed still. the flash was quick, forking its way out, then back in again as it joined as one bolt and hit the rack that Squall was tied to. Squall's body shook as the volts flowed through him, unable to say a word. and quick as it came, it was gone, leaving Squall there to smolder. the rack was still stretching out his body.

[Coldstone Harshing]

Harshing left the bottle in his face while he watched, the lightning relfecting in his eyes.

[Squall Leonheart]

Squall's head tilted to the side and the bottle fell off, leaving Squall's mouth free to open, and scream, loudly, very loudly.

there was another bolt of lightning flashing across the sky, and was once again drawn to the rack Squall was on. his scream became more shrill as the bolt zapped him and charred his skin.

[Coldstone Harshing]

Harshing licked his lips, breathing deeply with passion. He picked up the bottle and threw it against the wall, adding to the chaos noise.

"Now - to silence you." The ceild closed and the shakles undid themselves. Forgetting about the dice, harshing took squalls hand, going to guide him to the soft, soft bed.

[Squall Leonheart]

Squall had no strength left at all to fight against Harshing, he hung limply and had to be dragged to the bed.

[Coldstone Harshing]

Harshing layed him down and placed the duvet over his body and placed a finger on his forehead.

"And now to place you but an inch from death."

Harshing twisted the bed knob and thousands of 7 inch nails jolted out of the duvet and mattress.

[Squall Leonheart]

OOC: how did i guess?

BIC: Squall's scream lasted only a few seconds, but echoed around the halls of Hogwarts. hewas unconcious before the echo had died.

[Coldstone Harshing]

Harshing, not making the nails be removed looked for a few moments, absorbed the pain and walked out of the room, locking the door behind him with a spell - however not unbreakable. It would open to a password.

He would return later to watch Squalls last moments as the bacteria morphed into a virus that would eat away at his soul.

OOC: Ok, obviously you need to escape so Im thinking someone needs to come and speak the password which is "Leadboil" and rescue you.

I dont think Blaze would so maybe archie? Or another person all together.