Raven looked horrible as she stood chained and helpless. They had stripped her of her clothing and she only stood in a a loose piece of cloth. Her head was hung in shame and pain as the silver continuously burnt her wrists. Her face was bloody and her eye already swollen from being punched earlier before she was dragged out here. She glanced up briefly, only to meet Arthur's eyes. She could see the pain in his but she didn't care. She loved him but couldn't tell him, and this is what she got in return for trying to protect her people.<br/><br/>The Queen nodded and the men that had been surrounding her walked to a table on the platform. Multiple amounts of tools and other means of torture rest on it, waiting for flesh and blood to cover them. To get the torture started, the men simply started to beat Raven with their fists, throwing punch after punch. They would land all over her body including her stomach, back, sides, and face. After a few moments of this, the "fun" really began. So that Raven couldn't hang her head, a contraption (Heretic's Fork) was strapped around her neck with two prongs pointed at her throat and chest. If her head were to fall in fatigue or pain, her throat and chest would be pierced by the prongs. One man walked up to the table and looked through the tools to see what he wanted to do to the now harmless woman. He took up a whip and practiced with it before turning to Raven. Her head remained down as the man grabbed her cloth and pulled it up, revealing her whole front side. The man grinned as he pulled his arm back and cracked the whip as hard as he could, each time it connected with Raven's body, she winced in pain. The whip left marks, but not as bad as what was about to happen.<br/><br/>As if the regular whip was not enough, a man pulled off the table something that looked like a whip. It had a handle but instead of tails, the thing had chains with silver claws dangling off the end of them. The man who held it stepped back and let go. Every time he swung, the claws would burn and dig themselves deep into Raven's skin, often tearing chunks off of her. She screamed in agony each time. When she tried to drop her head, her chest and throat were pierced by the fork-like contraption.<br/><br/>Hours would pass before Raven was finally set free. The woman hung from the chains, her body limp and covered in her own blood. Scratches, gouges and even some broken bones were visible to the eye. The Queen had finally had enough and smiled as Raven's body dropped to the floor. The Queen stood over the Wolf Queen, the knife in her hand glistened as it was brought down into Raven's throat. The woman coughed up blood for a few moments and had finally died. The Queen's smile widened as a mist rose from Raven's body, swirling the Queen for a moment and then entered her body. When the Queen opened her eyes, they had become red. She now had Raven's powers as a wolf.