The girl squeezed her eyes shut as tightly as she could, wishing that she might somehow block out the screams as well.  But she could not any more than she could help but feel the flow of warm blood staining her hair and running down her back.  Her body trembled against those softly muscled elven thighs and her whimpering reverberated in the sensitive flesh of Elandriel's sex.  She twisted her head burrowing her lips between those tender folds to drive her tongue as deeply into that elven passage as she could, while her lip nuzzled and rubbed at the priestess' cilt.<br/><br/>Brom watched, letting her nipple go free as he slowly turned the blade that he'd pushed through her back and forth in the wound.<br/><br/>And as she whispered her prayer he smiled, watching and waited as her eyes looked beyond the torture chamber and reacted to the faint flow of power as her Goddess' magic reached to touch her even in this horrid place.  And then he laughed, the sound almost in sync with the voice that had laid quiet at her neck as it sprang into action and cut off the gentle touch of power with the sudden finality of a door slamming shut to cut off the sunlight streaming into a dark room from outside.