The Path of The Ravager

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The withdrawal was getting worse and worse. Death was only a few days away, and the Corsairs decided to play with him a bit.

One of those that seemed to have authority over the others came to the cell with 2 others.

"Come on then scum, we be playin' an' 'avin' fun with ya now!"

They grabbed the father of the floor covered in blood and vomit, and took him out of the cell and headed somewhere.
The leader paused a bit, and said:
[color=#FFFFFF]"You know, on second thought, let's bring the boy to cheer for ol' daddy too! Hahaha!"

The boy, who was crying again from the moment he saw his father was carried away, didn't resist the guard that pulled him out of the cell. He was just paralyzed, and lost his ability to care, it seemed like half his life was drained out of him. No wonder, being forced to watch monstrosities done to his father and him.

They proceeded into what seemed to be some sort of torture chamber. The guards put his father on what he guessed was an operating table and tied him down. After that, they went outside of the room and stood in front of the door as per their orders.

The boy was squating on the floor, helplessly watching.
The first incision was made, with such a tiny scalpel, which held yet so much potential for pain with it.
The old man did not make a peep on it, despite the pain vividly visible on his face.

The two guards were still out there, one of them standing with no expression on his face, while the other, for some wonder, felt a strange feeling. Perhaps it was... compassion.

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[color=#FFFFFF]"Now now, silence? I'll make you sing just yet."
He mumbled to his beard laughing at all the wretched and humiliating tortures he came up with.

He now took a knife from his belt, rusty and dirty from it's... use.
He was getting more and more furious, but still controlling himself, making shallow cuts, so the man would last as long as possible. He seemed to revel in that monstrous doing of his.

The boy was still paralyzed from fear and sorrow on the floor, now silent, just watching with his eyes blank.

The Corsair slashed and slashed, making it up as he went, the man now screaming in agony. He begged and begged for a quick death, and the Corsair enjoyed his pain, settling his debts with all his enemies on this here one man. Blood was flowing from the wounds, soaking the floor.
It was incredibly disturbing.

And he kept on, with things he did that are too despicable and inhumane to be written into words.

The boy was now sitting in the puddle of blood there, mind absent. His father had blown out his last breath.
The Corsair was a bit disappointed with the man dying so fast, and mumbled something about weakness and cowardice to his beard.

He walked out of the room, leaving the boy sitting in all the blood, distraught and his mind blocking it all out, it not being capable of coping with so much suffering, so much evil and sadism.

The boy was left just sitting there for hours on end. Who knew what kind of damage that long lasting sight would incur on him..

The guard that felt sorry approached his boss, saying how it might be good that the boy was left alive for now. Although he held no regard for his enemies, he was aware that this was just a boy. Just a scared little boy, who reminded him so much of his own dead son.

His boss said he didn't care, and that he could do what him whatever he pleases, that he is just dissapointed "daddy" didn't last longer.

The guard's name, incidentally, was Alfredo Navaro, of the Navaro Corsair clan, which was not too well known, but still regarded as honorable. He was one of the lower ranked there, but still held enough respect for his plea to be accepted.

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