[The Magog Hive - The Deepest Pit]

[harth_fray]

"Are you awake? Good. Good. Yes, I know you can't move. It's alright. We're just getting started. You won't be able to move for some time, Prince Zuko. Well, move beyond my desire-- when we hoist that rope there, you see -- you'll be lifted a little higher. Yes, if you can look down -- yes, there -- you can see your ankles are bound apart. This may

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[faceless_hunger]

"This is their leader then? This boy?"

[harth_fray]

"Yes, Reverend. Reverend Bem, Prince Zuko. Prince Zuko, Reverend Bem.

"Ah, there we go. I suppose the obligatorty wit about you being on pins and needles would be overkill, wouldn't it? Oh -- don't worry. This is just the start.

"Reverend, do your people have torturee practice? We have a fine history of maiming our own kind for politics, for money, for revenge, for God, for sexual ecstacy. Your people don't seem to have that sort of loathing for the individual. Must be that hive mentality.

"Hmm. Where to go next. Where are the clips? Oh-- there they are."

[faceless_hunger]

"We usually find it unecessary. We cause enough pain through savagery alone. What we give is a gift--death. Pain right before release only makes it all the sweeter."

"And call me Red Plague. I have not been a Reverend for a long, long time."

[harth_fray]

"Red Plague makes you sound dirty. From what I've seen, your people are fairly clean in their habits. I've seen filthier creatures, I assure you.

"But you see, I'm not after his death. I'm after his life. I want him to die slowly -- in inches. I take no pleasure in his physical suffering. He hasn't whimpered or cried out once, even as I've turned his toe nails black. The clamps bite into his sensitive flesh, and yet, he keep his eyes on me.

"See that hate? That's the prize. Not the death. Not even his pain. I want him to hate me.

"Because when he hates enough, when it bleeds over into hating Mel -- then it'll be worth it.

"Fetus Eater? Could you get the mask and the pump?"