Board Thread:Off-Topic Discussion/@comment-28009263-20170702193612/@comment-29637681-20171029023648

"Hello, my pretty."

Cinder's eyes snap open. Avalon's licking her face delightfully. "Sure taste good. Ever reminded you of the time I cannibalized your true mother before you even hatched?"

She doesn't respond, instead looking all around her. Everyone is tied up and suspended from the ceiling by a chain. Everybody. The three scorpions are suffocating in a bronze container.

From left to right, all the Rebels are subdued. Logmor, Visory, Adder, Cinder, Glory, Lecias, and the informant. All helpless.

And they're hanging over a pit of fire.

One by one, the executioners file into the room. They're back in Achilles's lair, his disco, his casino, his execution chamber. The eels impatiently beg for their meals.

Avalon stops torturing Cinder and flies down to join the others. Pernicia fixed all of her malfunctioning parts and is operating smoothly. Achilles and Hector slowly pound their fists together. The Baron slithers around the room, turning on the lights that color the room with gaudy, flashy pigments. A light of red and blue falls upon the Rebels. He returns to the other executioners and takes a spot next to the Hunter. The Russian-accented beast also joins the party. Dmitri enters last.

"I guess you all were in fact useless. You never told us anything about the ivory slab, and where it went, and what happened to it. Normally I'd kill you right now...But it'd be far more amusing to torture you."

Dmitri throws an electric crystal at the chains, setting everybody on fire and sending shocks into their brains. He throws several more, to amplify the shock and to have a much alluring light-show.

The informant just bares his teeth at the Suchomimus grinning madly at him. Visory and Glory fight desperately to break each others' bonds. Logmor does nothing. Lecias, who is tied up to the roof by multiple chains, is rendered immobile in this situation. Cinder's still shaking from the way her own father licked her like that. Adder still maintains a nonchalant, uncaring look, that eventually became increasingly pained-looking.

"Well, I'd say we get moving on this, shall we?" Dmitri just walks off and snaps his fingers. The Russian-accented figure takes the winch and prepares to crank it.

Achilles grabs his dice. He throws them onto the floor. "In cathe you didn'th figureth outh the ruleth of thith gamth, we don'th add the numberth, we multiply them! I especially had funth torthutringth the informanth with thethe gameth of chancthe, tho I might as well doth the thame for you all."

He chucks the dice, and...A pair of ones.

Adder can't help but smirk.

But Achilles grabs the dice again, and... "Haveth I toldth you that in thethe gameth, ith againth the ruleth to let anybody but me win?"

He rolls again. A two and a three.

A one and a six.

Two twos.

A three and a one.

A six and a five.

Two sixes.

"JACKPOTH!"

He signals for the figure to crank the winch thirty-six times, which would be more than enough to drop everyone into the pit. Avalon presses a button, and the pit's sides start closing and opening. They grow spikes. It's like a pair of jaws. Jaws that lead down to a hellish inferno.

Everyone's chains start to drop down to the pit, and one person seems to be descending faster than the rest. They try to escape, but only succeed in spinning themselves around. The sounds of the pit opening and closing gets louder and louder still. Achilles's laughter becomes rambunctious.

In that very moment, Glory realizes the very first person they want to kill, the first person they'll sacrifice to Hades, the first person the pit wants to devour as the appetizer.

It's going to eat Adder.