Quite some time had passed since Kyo first began to poke his fingers into the inky depths of the dark side. Sol had been ever present, even when he was merely watching his prisoner, a looming and choking figure that demanded submission. Through cold guidance, the Kel'dor had worked to pull the former Jedi ever further from the shining light. Now, it seemed, there was some satisfaction in what he had accomplished with his prisoner. Ultimately, keeping the man bound and caged would only prove to be more of a hindrance as the hours ticked by. Sol could not complete the other's transformation, so long as Kyo was still unable to truly delve into the darkness itself.
So, today, he made his way down the winding halls of his stronghold, another breakfast held gently within his claws. The hum of the ray-shield was as strong as ever, as the Champion finally stops outside the cell, peers into it's depths with wandering eyes. The lights were dimmer, and the exile had even earned himself a thin mattress and some blankets for his makeshift sleeping place. Reward versus punishment, an accomplished method of breaking even the strongest of wills. Physical torture could be so archaic, after all. Controlling the mind was far more effective. Sol disengages the shield, and offers the initiate his breakfast. Before the other could eat, however, Sol would snatch at his wrists.
"Today, we'll be doing something different." Sol advises coldly. And with quick, decisive movements, the Sith disengages the stun cuffs, and removes them from the prisoner's wrists. "Eat quickly."
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So, today, he made his way down the winding halls of his stronghold, another breakfast held gently within his claws. The hum of the ray-shield was as strong as ever, as the Champion finally stops outside the cell, peers into it's depths with wandering eyes. The lights were dimmer, and the exile had even earned himself a thin mattress and some blankets for his makeshift sleeping place. Reward versus punishment, an accomplished method of breaking even the strongest of wills. Physical torture could be so archaic, after all. Controlling the mind was far more effective. Sol disengages the shield, and offers the initiate his breakfast. Before the other could eat, however, Sol would snatch at his wrists.
"Today, we'll be doing something different." Sol advises coldly. And with quick, decisive movements, the Sith disengages the stun cuffs, and removes them from the prisoner's wrists. "Eat quickly."
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