((I got inspired and thought I could add a little atmosphere to this...))<br/><br/>The ashen grey skin of the woman on the rack was being stretched to impossible limits... She was nearly naked, juist some wraps covered her breasts and hips, she still had some ornate jewelry encrusted around her left eye. Her white hair was hanging down past the rack, once held together beautifully by her own people's crown of the Blood Magi. Her eyes pulled back high and tight along her face and her lips curling in distortion of some unrecognized feelings coursing through her. Slithering across her shapely, yet distorted at the moment, body where scars that were so well and carefully shaped, they looked like dark grey tattoos across her skin. They took various shapes and seen as a whole, formed some unrecognizable arcane symbols. It was these "tattoos" that the trio wearing the red and gold robes were burning with their brushes blackening them and cauterizing the wound, preventing blood flow.<br/><br/>The woman's amber eyes darted about her torturers but she wasn't screaming... she was whispering at them...<br/><br/>"<span style="color: red">Kurai Tah!...</span>"<br/><br/>She turned to another, shifting against the rack and trying to move her skin against the brushes harder than intended by the trio,<br/><br/>"<span style="color: red">Kurai Tah!...</span>"<br/><br/>Another hoarse whisper from her throat while she slightly perspired, as she finally looked at the third of the trio brushing just under her right breast, her whisper becoming more of a command as her amber orbs flared open and her lips curled in anger as she tried to heave her chest out against the brush, her skin sizzling at the judicious amounts of acid contacting her skin,<br/><br/>"<span style="color: red">KURAI TAH!</span>"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>