Echoing Souls

[Namira Heart]

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Tiana had transported her new pet, unconsios, to her private chambers beneath her graceful manor. She had her house slave strip her victim down and place him on her favorite restraining table. Thick clean dark leather straps, covered in Dathomirian letters, were secured over his chest and waist. Thinner straps also baring the same burned in marks secured his wrists and ankle. Tiana came in shooting her slave from the room. She took it upon herself to secure the last leather piece which covered the man mouth. A thin smIle stretched across her lips as she admired her work. She began going through her blades and whips humming softly.
As the other woke he would be able to hear what was making her so happy. The screams of her previous victims that had fallen on deaf ears. They echoed in agony. There was no way of telling how many sounded throughout the halls of her underground dungeon. Tiana of coarse had a perfect tally of the people that had wailed in her cells. She even recognized their tasteful screams. When the other would wake she would ignore them at first as she continted sharpening her blades and tending to her other tools. Each of the stone walls were inscribed with lettering much like that on the leather restraints. One wall bore shelves filled with poisons and toxins and paralytics. Another wall was stocked with sharps things, throwing knives swords and regularge knives, which were all organized around a rotating board obviouslywant to strap somebody up to. There was a wall with nothing more than the markings and a heavy iron door. The fourth wall was barren as well with a centered rustic chest, inside were whips and crops. The room was crudely lit with wall sconces. Also from the cieling hung hooks some still tip with blood as she would hang her victims from the cieling. Tiana would let the man take all that in as she stood by the knives. She would place the one she was . harping back on the wall before turning and staring into the others eyes. "Finally awake." @EmilyHuene ((this was done on my phone so um hope it looks fine))

 

[EmilyHuene]

Screaming. Screaming. Screaming.

What a horrible sound. He opened his eyes. He couldn't move. That was the first thing he discovered. His eyes shot open and saw a stone ceiling with hooks and chains hanging from it; the blood dried and crusted from previous uses. His head was held back by a muzzle-like sensation around his chin that scratched his facial hair. Looking to his left with his eyes he tried to move his wrists only to discover they were strapped down by leather bands. That's what must have been around his face. His right arm too. His feet. His torso. He was trapped. The feeling scared him as he didn't know what would happen next and that he was helpless to get out of it. From somewhere behind him he heard someone moving about and messing with something sharp.

"Who's there!" he called out behind the muzzle. It didn't do so much to restrain his speak, more or less muffle it.

"Finally awake."

"Who's there!?" he called again. "Show yourself!"

 

[Namira Heart]

Tiana smiled, "How daring, the mouse commanding the cat." She walked around into his view. She seemed to have a child like joy in her eyes. The kind a kid gets when their mom offers up a new toy. Their was a hop in her step conveying the same sort of playfulness. "I think we will start with a story. What do you think my little fly?" She laughed a little, "Oops, changed the analogy. Oh well spider and fly is better. Spiders are better tacticians. And well Flys are a bit more dense, like you, not believing in the force." Tiana laughed a bit more at the insult to her new toy. She ignored whatever response he gave to if he wanted to hear the story. "So once upon a time, there was a young girl and young boy with their mother. Their father had left them long ago. They were in a market place and well their were others there too. The most important of which was a woman and a man they were obviously at opposite ends in this world. You see the man was one of those people that act as though emotions don't exist. As though the world sits still with no movement in a false peace with a false hope. The woman was someone full of passion and skill. The man had committed crimes against the woman's family. The people that had accepted, trained, and raised her. So she wanted him to come with her. But his supposedly emotionless act was to resist. So a fight insued caught in the crossfire were many civilians. My mother was crushed when the man lept out of the way of flying debris. He didn't think about the people behind him. For when you have no emotion you have no compassion. My brother and I were of course distraught though my brother turned into a sniffling mess. I had to cart him away from our mother, I had to have strength. The force awoke in me and amazingly my brother. When the man finally fell the woman sensed us and found us taking us away to her home, to her people, to the sith. She saved us."

 

[EmilyHuene]

"I think we will start with a story. What do you think my little fly? -Oops, changed the analogy. Oh well spider and fly is better. Spiders are better tacticians. And well Flys are a bit more dense, like you, not believing in the force."

"Release these binds and I'll show you how exactly what I believe."

"So once upon a time....She saved us."

The man listened to the woman ramble on about this story which really meant nothing to him at this point. Not only was he distracted with his current predicament, fearful of his own life, he didn't really know Tiana. He didn't know anything about her. So hearing about her mother, her brother, he was indifferent to it all. That was just a fact.

"What does this have to do with me? I wasn't the one who killed them."

 

[Namira Heart]

"Well first, it matters because it's a little story about the force and second it discribes the two sides to the coin of which decides the balance of our world. Jedi and sith. The Jedi believing in restriction somehow bringing you power and nothing but empty minded thought and calculations. Then sith that understand that we can use ourselves to embue fourth our gift. Yes there should be control but not a lack of passion, not a lack of consideration, and true thought." Tiana had entirely ignore the comment about releasing the other to fight. She may partake such and offer later. She walked off a moment to her wall of knives taking a small blade into her grip. "Also your new name is Vincent, get used to it." She returned to her victim. She dragged the tip of the blades up his forearm. The blade cut shallow enough to be a paper cut but deep enough to bleed. She sensed the others fear for life and it made her happy. "Do you feel that power inside of you reaching out like a hand trying to pull you out of this situation? That's the force. However if you reach out for help you'll find it far from your grasp. The room is made to suppress you in every way."

 

[EmilyHuene]

The man sat and listened to her preach about a religion he knew nothing about. It was clear to him what was happening. The same reason he'd been scooped out of the prison camp and thrown to their secret island. The same reason he was forced to kill and test his ability. He was being trained, converted. He was going to be made into a Sith. Well not on his watch. He'd spent his life loyal to the Republic and the Sith destroyed that dream. They killed his family. He'd never forgive them for this. Whatever training they put him through, he'd never give in. He could take the pain. He could take Tiana's wrath.

"Also your new name is Vincent, get used to it."

Before he could interject with some comment about how he couldn't named like so pet she took the edge of her knife and ran it across his skin. Vincent groaned and leaned his head back as he tried to stretch his whole body against the restraints. The pain hurt, but it was temporary. It would pass like all things. He'd suffered worse fighting those thugs on Troiken. This was nothing.

"Do you feel that power inside of you reaching out like a hand trying to pull you out of this situation? That's the force. However if you reach out for help you'll find it far from your grasp. The room is made to suppress you in every way."

"I'm not going to be swayed by your blades, witch. I will resist you. When I get out of this, the first thing I'm going to do is rip your tongue out of your mouth. Teach you some respect!"

 

[Namira Heart]

"I'm not going to be swayed by your blades, witch. I will resist you. When I get out of this, the first thing I'm going to do is rip your tongue out of your mouth. Teach you some respect!"
Tiana head falls back allowing a full bellied laugh to escape. The man before was so hillarious. As she laughed one sly eye peaked at his abdomen for her target. This would go unnoticed as her laughter was quite the distraction as it echoed full of the darkness and madness that consumed her. Suddenly the laughter would cut off and her cold dead eyes stared inyo Vincent's he would just notice the pain that would begin to grow from his abdomen. She was sure to miss anything important. The knife had found its mark instantly as her laughter had ceased. The motion hidden in her abrupt change of mood. She let go of the knufe's hilt leaving it inside Vincent. She let on top of him her legs straddling around his waist she leaned over him close to his face,"Threaten me again you piece of republic trash. And next story I'll tell you what I did to my brother, so that you will understand I am serious." She flipped off the table over his head returning to the wall of knives. She found herself disinterested with cutlery and moved to the chests at the oppisite wall. She hummed digging through her whips. She still felt it was all too impersonal for Vincent so she returned empty handed. "How do you feel about fire?"

 

[EmilyHuene]

His threat seemed to humor her as Tiana began to laugh at him. He glared at her and tried to seem stern. He was angry. No he was pissed. He wanted so bad to tear her a new hole and put her in her place. Vincent never used to be a violent person. The Sith had made him into that.

She'd then stop laughing and abruptly dig her knife into his stomach causing him to groan loudly at the pain. Followed of course by one loud swear. His head curled back into the table as he fought back the intense pain in his torso. He'd then grunt again as she got on top of him and leaned close to his head.

"Threaten me again you piece of republic trash. And next story I'll tell you what I did to my brother, so that you will understand I am serious."

Everything in him wanted to say his favorite two words to her, but he just couldn't seem to get them out. Maybe the pain was too great, or she was finally getting to him. Vincent knew she was serious. And that scared her. He could take the pain. But if he pushed her too far there was no guarantee she wouldn't just up and kill him right then and there. It was in that thought that Vincent knew he had to start playing her game. This woman was out of control. And possibly not even in her right mind. If he wanted to survive, he'd have to start playing nice.

She would then leave his sight and start flipping around with her toys, but he was too distracted by the pain to care. Vincent took short and shallow breaths so as not to aggravate the wound in his side or accidentally antagonize the knife further into him. Tiana then returned, empty handed he noticed, and gave him a look that truly worried him.

"How do you feel about fire?"

Vincent groaned and lied his head back again, almost as if he was giving up. He ignored her question and asked a couple of his own, "What do you want from me? Why are you doing this?"

 

[Namira Heart]

Tiana paused a moment, " I wanna show you the power. Push you till you feel the force within you and then take you into the cradle of the dark side. Let you form and rise as a proper sith. Then you can move from a pet to an acolyte. You can be something far better than anything from your prior life. You can be Sith. But first you must give up on your and come into the fold reborn and new. You must be a clean slate. Which take breaking you. So enjoy your threats while you can, eventually you won't want to say them."
Tiana pointed a finger up and a small flame ignited on her finger tip. She brought it down on his chest. She began a sort of design. If he lived the scars would be beautiful, or at least she thought they would be. She remained on the first piece of the scarring however burning it slowly. The flame was low so that it would have to be layered to get to the third degree burn she desired. She just kept idly tracing over the swirl on his peck that she had created. It was a soft pink at first and then began to darken. She stopped when blisters began to rise. She wanted this to be a slow and painful process so she would return to it later. She turned and ripped the dagger out of him suddenly. She walked over from the table a little and began examining the hooks from the ceiling.

 

[EmilyHuene]

" I wanna show you the power. --- Which take breaking you. So enjoy your threats while you can, eventually you won't want to say them."

Vincent never knew a Sith could literally create fire from nothing. He'd seen them use the Force, heard of them throwing chains of lightning, but never fire. Plus, to do it with such control was unbelievable a feat. Her mind was calm and focused and had a certain clarity about it he related to. She knew exactly what she was doing and wasn't letting her emotions or fears get the best of her. He didn't appreciate that now, but when he looked back on this day that's what he'd remember most.

What he did feel was pain. Cursing, awful, burning pain. His body flexed and squirmed against their binds and his teeth gritted together. At first he merely groaned and grunted at the fire. It didn't last long. He finally started to yell and curse her name through every moment. He cursed her, he cursed the Sith, he cursed the Force. His hands clenched and made fists on and off to the point he felt like his veins were popping out of his skin.

When she finally took the blade out, however, that's when she'd get a true reaction. His cry was of actual pain and not just him trying to withstand it. Vincent lie limply against the table as his breathing got more and more lengthy. He could feel his side dripping blood. That part of him was starting to feel cold. He didn't say anything to her as she contemplated her next toy -his torture- so instead just stared at her.

She was insane. What kind of person would enjoy doing this to one another? The answer was simple really: a Sith. And she wanted to make him one. Vincent understood wanting to hurt people. To make them suffer. He felt all of those things now. And back on the island he did it to those other criminals. They deserved it. Did he deserve this?

 

[Namira Heart]

Tiana reveled in his screams. She sadly knew however that her play time would have to be paused. She stopped looking through her toys and sighed. "I shall return." She disappeared for about five hours leaving him there seemingly to rot. Her servant girl however did enter here and there during that time. When she first came it she examined the knife wound in his side. She returned with supplies to stitch him up. She knew internally nothing major would have been hit, her master was to precise for that. She used a salve to stop the bleeding and then began stitching the hole. She provided him no pain medication as she was under orders. She was only to keep him alive and well mended so that he may be put through hell again.
At the three hour mark she returned yet again and removed the band around his mouth. "She said you have earned to speak freely. She also told me to warn you not to use this freedom badly as it can be lost as quickly as it was gained." The girls voice was very soft and melodious. She grabbed a tray she had carted into the room. It had soup and crackers. A bowl of sliced fruit and a glass of water. "I have to feed you now. Please don't react poorly." She remembered the few times her masters pets had bit or attempted to attack her. At least her master was very good at restraining her playthings. She would proceed to feed the man as long as he did not fight her. After the food and water was consumed she would leave again. She had strict instruction to turn off the lights in the room after her last visit. She pushed the food cart through the large door and then began putting out the wall sconces. when the last one was out the door was the only means of light. A small flame of hope glistening from the hall. The girl walked out and slammed the large door shut plunging Vincent into darkness and hopelessness. This is how he would spend his net two hours. He would be alone free to speak in the darkness with nothing to accompany him but the screams of the long sense dead.
Tiana would return first checking on her servant girl. She would explain anything that transpired. His reactions and emotions, if he had fought or really did anything. She would hug the girl stroking her hair. "Good little pet." This seemed to comfort the girl who wrapped her arms back around Tiana and and smiled. Tiana would remove herself from the situation gently. She left the girl to tend to other needs of the house. She would them make her way down the stairs of her dungeon. The large doors would give a loud groan as she pushed them open and looked at Vincent. The light silhouetting her figuring allowing her a decently exquisite entrance. "How are you, Vincent?"

 

[EmilyHuene]

The pain was something he could not get used to. The more layers she made the more skin she burned into. His body kept trying to adjust to the fire and prevent damage but she just kept burning away at the flesh. His screams continued in more pain than anger as it seemed she was already starting to break him. He would fight her more later, but right now it seemed he was at his limit.

"I shall return."

Then just like that she was gone. Vincent groaned as he coped with the two separate pains eating away at him. All he could do was lie there and try not to think about it. Which was really hard. He stared up at the flesh hooks wondering how long it would be until he was strung up from them. A horrifying thought. How long would it take her to break him? How would he even know? Perhaps he could lie and say he was ready to serve her. Would she be able to call his bluff?

He then heard her return and he tried to look over to her. What would he say? How could he prove he would be loyal to her? Or rather how could he pretend to be as such? But it surprised him to see that it wasn't Tiana who'd returned but some other woman. Was she as crazy as Tiana? Was she a Sith too?

The girl stopped only for a moment and then started to leave again and Vincent would call after her, "Wait, please! Help me!" But she didn't answer. Vincent tried to wiggle his way out of the mouth guard so he could shout better but as Tiana had planned, there was no escape.

When she returned again he continued trying to plead with her. Begging and bribing her with whatever he could to get her to release him. She was silent. Her stitching wasn't all that great due to the lack of numbing medication and Vincent continued to groan in pain. A rational man would know that this girl was just as much a slave as he, but the pain had caused him to lose that sense of clarity. He kept trying to get through to her no matter how silent she was.

Much to his surprise when she returned a third time she removed his muzzle and allowed him to turn his head better, likewise his jaw too. That was the first thing he did for his jaw had become quite stiff from being locking in place. Only after moving his head around did he feel the same sensation in his neck too. It really was torture being restrained like he was.

"She said you have earned to speak freely. She also told me to warn you not to use this freedom badly as it can be lost as quickly as it was gained."

"Please," he would say softly. "You can get me out of here. I can free us both."

"I have to feed you now. Please don't react poorly."

For now he would be civil. He wouldn't lie that he was starving. Though he was probably more dehydrated than anything. He graciously accepted the food and water, allowing her to feed him without any resistance from him. This included him trying to plead with her. But that all changed when she started to put out the lights and Vincent knew he wasn't being taken with.

"No!" He cried. "Please. Don't do this! You don't have to listen to her! Please. Do the right thing. Help me. Save me!"

His pleas would start to turn more violent as he started to insult her. He'd had enough trying to play nice the anger was hitting him. Was it the Dark side infecting him? Was it the sounds of screams in the background taunting him? He would never know. The doors finally shut and he was left to his own torment until his screams were the only thing he could hear.

"No! You witch! You kriffing woman! Let me out! Let me out!!! Gaahhhhhhhhh!!!!!!"

Vincent struggled and thrashed around trying desperately to get out. But his wound in his side quickly caught up with him and he had to stop to catch his breath. He groaned and banged his head against the back of the table in a defeated manner. He could still hear himself screaming. His anger. His fear. His pain. All the screams echoing back around him followed by those voices of those who'd been tortured before him. It was enough to drive him insane.

The time passed much quicker than he thought. He feared he'd be left there for days at a time. Not a couple hours. By the time the door opened he was still angry. His rage had not yet subsided. The Darkness had spoken to him in that hatred. He began to feel a burning desire to seek revenge on Tiana.

"How are you, Vincent?"

"My name is not Vincent, you vile whore. My name is Mathas. Best you remember it! Cause I'm the one who's going to kill you!"

Now that his muzzle wasn't hindering his voice or his neck he could look up at her and give her the angered glare she deserved. So maybe he wasn't ready to submit just yet.

 

[Namira Heart]

Tiana laughed walking in and shutting the door behind her. She navigated flawlessly. She was going to let him sit in darkness while he awaited her next move. She wanted him to not know what was coming next. He wanted to stay strong. To Tiana that was fine as it only meant she had more play time. She found her way to the wall of blades silently. she ran her finger against the hilts allowing the blades to swing softly and hit each other making the soft metallic ting.

She swiftly change to the other side of the room and loudly opened the chest of whips so that he would hopefully be sufficiently confused on what was to come next. That was when suddenly she lept over him grabbing two hooks that descended with her. She stood over him atop the table. He would have heard the chains and felt the added weight to the table but would most likely be incapable of seeing her form. Before he had too much time to register his situation she bent down whispering in his ear, "You are who I say you are ." Instead of plunging the hooks into his flesh she hooked them under the ankle restraints.

She then went around removing the piece that secured the leather restraint to the table its self so that his legs could be moved but were latched to the hooks instead. She did the same to the wrists and removed the chest and waist restraints. As soon as he would realize he had range of motion of his hands and feet, she began to lift him. She used the force to turn the crank that tightened the hooks closer to the ceiling until he hung upside down from his ankles.

Tiana circled the room slowly lighting the sconces to allow him to see his new perspective. She pulled the table out from under where he dangled and moved it off close to the door. "Lets look at things from a new angle shall we?"

 

[EmilyHuene]

Having her in the room with him was twice as scary without the lights on. Perhaps even three times as much. He couldn't escape the feeling she was going to come up behind him and tear into his neck with her teeth like some kind of vampiric animal. He tried to see behind him though the darkness was just too much for his strained eyes to work with. Even adjusting to the dark for two hours it just wasn't enough to really see anything. His mind raced for what would come next -as she hoped- and his anxiety prepared for the worst pain she could bring him. Vincent nearly jumped from surprise when she jumped onto the table and whispered into his ear.

"You are who I say you are ."

Her voice was a plague. It haunted him. For a second time he was silent with her. This time he didn't do it out of cleverness, but out of fear. The urge to spit at her was gone. He was actually afraid of what would come next. Vincent felt something around his ankles and tried to imagine what she could have possibly done to them. He didn't expect what came next. Before he realized he could move his was being dragged upwards until he dangling in the tangled chains. Vincent was a rather fit individual for someone of his age, and on a normal day wouldn't have an issue doing a sit up to unstrap his ankle restraints with his hands. However, due to the aggravating pain in his side he could barely bend his torso. Vincent groaned and fell back as he had tried to get out of this new position.

Blood rushed to his head. His feet quickly began to get cold. He looked at the walls where Tiana was lighting the torches. The light strangely seeming blinding to him. Significance? Foreshadowing? Vincent was oblivious to such irony. All he could focus on was the torment that Tiana would bring and how much more of this agony he could withstand.

"Lets look at things from a new angle shall we?"

"You're insane," he replied softly. It wasn't so much an insult as a realization.

 

[Namira Heart]

"Someone finally catches up with the rest of the class. I would say I am skilled in getting what I want but alas insane is a word I have heard before many times in this very room." Tiana sighed and walked over to where the man hung. She sat down beneath him allowing her head to be at the same height as his. "This worlds views are about as skewed as your perspective of this room is now. The force is being manipulated and controlled in the light of some emotionless drones that say they are protecting people. I have a question however. Where were they when you were captured?" She gave him a look of pity," They were probably sitting away in a temple discussing that it would be to rash and emotional for them to intervene. They never look after the individuals. They do just enough to make sure the body count is lower than the survivors but past that the few that can't help themselves die and rot." She was visibly angry and she let it seep out of her and impose onto him, "They would let you die and rot. But the Sith believe in the individuals. We believe in you. I Believe in you. I will invest my time to assist you onto a journey that will allow you to be who you truly are. The empire protects those individuals. We don't care if our reason to act is out of anger for the loss of a life. We need to act on the loss of a life. We don't question it when our own are in danger." She began to just siphon her anger into the air about them. She hoped her speech would direct it properly on to Jedi and the light side of the force as it were. She did speak with conviction as that was her view. If he still didn't accept however it would soon return to pain for him. She did not mind this. She was more testing the waters. Seeing where his mind rest.

 

[EmilyHuene]

Tiana would come over and sit under him, close enough he could hit her if he wished. Surely she wasn't stupid enough to let him get the upper hand; she knew what she'd done. What was he really going to do anyway? Pull her hair? Even if by some miracle he punched her put he still faced the problem of being strung upside down with no one to let him down. So his arms just dangled there above his head. He could feel his hands swelling from the blood. His head too was just as uncomfortable. The longer this went on the more of a headache he began to get. The blood was causing his veins to bulge. Vincent started to imagine his eyes popping out of his skull.

"This worlds views are --- when our own are in danger."

Her words were full of anger. He could relate to that. He'd felt that anger. It's true that the Jedi were not there when his ship was taken by the Sith. They were not there to defend him, or his men, or even his family back home. He'd lost them because the Jedi were too weak to save the Republic. But that didn't make them the enemies.

"You're right," he would start, making her think he was coming around. He spoke in slow sentences, the pain growing in his head made it more and more difficult to think and find his words. "The Jedi were not there for me......but that doesn't......it doesn't mean they were wrong....The Sith...they were the ones who started this war.....My family would still be alive.....if not for this war....So tell me....Tiana......what can you offer a man.....who's lost everything?"

@Namira Heart

 

[Namira Heart]

"I can offer a man with nothing, everything." As the other struggled with his speech and slowly his consciousness she reached up and grabbed his head. She closed her eyes and bored into the man's mind. She wanted more details. Personal ties, names, and all his emotions. She needed to know more to twist his thoughts. She combed through his memories and feelings on each event in his life she clawed through the emotions and after thorough study of him she would pull away. As he passed out she would leave the room, she had some thing to do but she left the girl with strict instructions. The girl smiled and nodded at Tiana, "Of coarse all will be taken care of, Momma." Tiana gave the young girl a hug and left quickly off to attend some other business. Her daughter would return to the room rolling the table back under him. It was time she tested his moves when he was free. the girl cranked the chain lower and his body crumpled on top of the table she adjusted him to lie down again on his back. She removed each leather band from his wrist and ankles and then moves to the corner and waiting fro him to wake and come to his senses. By the time he was awake she was playing her part perfectly. She curled up in the corner crying and sniffling.

 

[EmilyHuene]

Vincent was a perfect soldier. This is what Tiana would see when she entered into his mind. All his life he wanted to help people and do his duty. It was an honor to him. He always did what he was told no matter the cost. Every day he would put on his uniform and be ready to throw his life on the line. That's why he didn't surrender. That's why his ship was captured. Vincent never gave up. He followed his orders until he could move no further.

His dreams were of his last moments in the GAR. He was standing on the bridge watching his screen flash red as his troops wet energy mercilessly destroyed. Still he pushed on. He refused to let the Sith win. He would not fail in his objective. But then came the worst news. A bulletin appeared on his screen saying the Republic had succeeded to the Sith. He was ordered to shut down his engines and cease fire immediately.

Vincent relayed the order then fell back in his chair and started crying. It wasn't how it had happened back when it was real. His dream reflected what his heart felt. He opened his eyes and was in his cell. Tiana was there. Laughing. Taunting him. Screams echoed around him. Vincent jarred awake to find he was laying awkwardly on the table cross. He looked around but in the dim light saw nothing.

He could hear someone crying. His eyes adjusted to the dark and he noticed then the servant girl crying in the corner. Slowly he got up from the table and knelt down beside her; his hand held the stitched up wound in his side as he walked.

"Hey...are you alright? Did she hurt you?"

 

[Namira Heart]

The girl looked up at him her eyes bloodshot and full of tears, "She will when she gets back." She sniffled, "I'll die for letting you go, but...but I just couldn't take it anymore. So many lost here. You seem like you can make it." The girl was playing her part while Tiana was setting some things up in her house for the possibility of him coming all the way up from the dungeons. She would soon disappear into an observatory of sorts watching cameras set up around her house.
The girl rose up to her feet, "You should leave before she comes back."
At that moment a wailing much different from the echoes of the past could be heard. Someone much more alive then the tortured souls was locked away deeper in the dungeons. The servant girl shook at the sound. She knew who it was. Another scream echoed through the halls. One would be able to tell it was feminine.
This person would be a lesson to Vincent and a gift to the girl if they so chose to walk further into the darkness of the dungeons. The door to his torture room was open and the wailing continued to sound from the right. There was unknown things to the left.

 

[EmilyHuene]

"She will when she gets back. I'll die for letting you go, but...but I just couldn't take it anymore. So many lost here. You seem like you can make it."

Vincent looked up and around the room to see what she was referring to. It was only then he realized the door had been left open. This was it. He could escape! With a gentle smile a father would give he offered her his hand and helped her to her feet.

"Come. We're getting out of here."

His ears then heard a horrible sound, not like that he'd heard in his mind. This was real. This was recent. Someone else was down here. Someone else was being tortured. Vincent wouldn't stand for it. He moved to the wall where Tiana kept her weapons and grabbed a decent sized blade in his hands. He had to defend himself somehow. Maybe if he got the drop on that Sith witch he could end his once and for all.

Stepping out into the hallway he looked left, then right, then moved toward the sounds of the girl's whimpering cries. He walked slowly, trying to make as little noise as he could. For all he knew Tiana was currently in the room with this this strange girl. But that might give him the distraction he needed to come up behind the witch and slit her throat.