!qw2cdBTZAc 07/29/11(Fri)00:39 No.15740066|
"Slam'lok, just to warn you, the price of freedom may be high; you might lose your hands. But hey, at least, we live in world where magic can grow them back, right?" You say to him, you fingers hovering over the switches.
"I understand." Slam'lok says, gritting his teeth. "As long as I'm free, that's all that matters."
Turen turns a bit pale, and he turns away. You let the lizardman brace himself, then press down on the buttons with most of your body weight. As you do so, the button continues to have no give. You press down harder, and you can hear the telltale sound of bone cracking as you continue to press the switch, and the lizardman's pained hiss escalates into a choking, unearthly scream as you hear a sickening crunch, the spots in the crystal where the lizardman's hands were flattening and running red with blood. The lizardman cries out in agony from the floor, still imprisoned by the skin of his wrists, and goes to stand up. You feel a chill run up your spine, knowing that you had done this to him, and you turn away as a loud rip runs through the room, the lizardman on the ground once again, screaming in unbelievable pain.
You feel as though you're going to vomit. As you turn around to try and find some medical supplies, the kobold guard slaps you on the shoulder.
"See? He's free, and now he can't hurt us! Perfect, right?"