Torturous Existence

Two hours later :

The sight of Michael's torture was a strange one, to say the least. Most people would need to be restrained by chains or ropes. But Michael's body just stands there in his cage as Sheffield slowly tortures him. At times even commanding Michael to torture himself!

Now it wasn't just her, Cromwell, and Wardes in the throneroom however, many of the traitorous nobles that'd joined hands with Reconquista had decided to watch these events unfold as if watching a gladiator fight a wild beast.

Cromwell had taken advantage of this and used it to improve his relations with the nobles that'd soon enough run the Albion with him. Holding a large feast in the throneroom as everyone watched Michael get tortured...

"Hahahaha! Sheffield, make him do it again!" Cromwell commands as he deeply drinks from his wine, the nearby nobles laughing and getting caught up in the merriment shouting out similar commands at her. Her status was just under Cromwell, and she could probably order them all to lick her feet if she wished. Not that she would do so, she was currently having far too much abusing her victim, along with the fact it'd create many problems for both her and Crowmell.

Regardless, Sheffield just nods, "Pull out your teeth again, one by one." she states, and Michael's body grabs the bloody tong again and inserts it into his mouth. His trembling eyes are the only indication that he didn't wish to be there.

Michael applies almost enough pressure to the tong to crush the tooth, and with a swift pull and a small spurt of blood, it is freed from his gums, his body not even reacting to the agonizing pain Michael was experiencing.

"STOP! PLEASE!" he inwardly screams, feeling as if his mind was going to implode in on itself as his body continued to tear his teeth out. Those fucking nobles laugh and laugh at his situation while gorging themselves on food and the pretty waitresses, it was as if he wasn't even human in their eyes, only an animal that needed to be trained. A SLAVE!

When his last tooth drops to the floor with the rest of the pile, Sheffield grins at him and throws a black fabric over the cage, concealing him from everyone's sight... And allowing his teeth to slowly grow back due to his Shadow Dance passive. Truly, Michael regretted taking this ability... It was still doing its intended job, in keeping him alive, but he hadn't anticipated that 'staying alive' was a bad thing...

The sensation of regrowing his teeth was almost as bad as having them pulled... It felt as if another organism was growing in his gums, making him feel as if a Xenomorph had implanted eggs into his body.

After fifteen seconds, the fabric is pulled from the cage, revealing Michael standing there with a completely new set of teeth... Which would undoubtedly be added to the pile at his feet. There was more than one set already down there after all.

'Ooohs' sound out from the crowd, but just as Sheffield is about to begin again, a fat woman with an egregious amount of makeup applied to her face waddles over as a servant follows closely behind while holding a tray of half-eaten food. She had long, thin brown hair that looked like entangled twine, no matter how many hair products she'd obviously used to stop such a thing from happening.

Even the short walk from her table to Michael's cage had left her slightly hard of breath, and he swore he could see her makeup starting to melt off of her fat face. Sheffield somehow notices his gaze and grins at him, causing a cold sweat to form on his back.

"Ah, Lady Tatiana, is there something I can do for you"? Sheffield asks, and the lady nods.

"There is... I wished to see if I could, 'have a go' as it were?" she asks, her voice somehow not as repugnant as her appearance.

Sheffield nods, "As long as it doesn't kill our pet."

Tatiana nods and takes off her long sleeve gloves, but instead of walking over to the cart filled with torture instruments, she instead heads to the fireplace and picks up a red hot fire poker.

"NO! PLEASE NO! STOP!" Michael screams for mercy in his mind as the woman approaches with a toothy smile. Without a moment of hesitation, she drives the red hot poker into Michael's groin... Spearing clean through his 'dragon' and penetrating his hip.

Even the other male nobles in the room wince at this, but their reaction was nowhere near Michael's...

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" he mentally screams, all thoughts in his mind getting completely dominated by agony. He isn't even able to formulate an insult as his most sensitive area is slowly cooked.

Even Michael's controlled body reaches its limits as foam begins to form in his mouth, his brain overloading from the pain as it falls over unconscious. Sheffield hastily throws fabric over the cage and snatches the poker from Tatiana's grasp with a scowl, "Are you trying to kill my pet, Tatiana?" she seethes, not knowing if Gandalfr would be able to heal from something like that. It wasn't uncommon for people to die from shock while experiencing massive pain after all.

Tatiana just sneers, "Just neutering a dog. Why are you bothered? Did you intend to have that dirty commoner breed?"

Sheffield scowls, "Were you not made aware? This isn't a commoner, they possess as much or more magic than you, Tatiana." she shakes her head, "Go back to your table, Lord Cromwell will deal with you later." she states.

They were unable to actually tell people that Michael was the Gandalfr, as torturing and brainwashing a holy symbol of Brimir would be seen as complete blasphemy. Perhaps almost on the same level as the elves...