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*She smiled softly as the chalice steadily went up and the liquid trickled down her throat. Allie always winced and burped, which Bastilla found quite amusing. She watched as she stumbled off into her quarters; she had also forgot to turn on the jukebox. Bastilla stood up and silently toed to the room and switched the box to life; playing a soft melodious tune. After tucking away Allie. Bastilla started toward the casino, she needed a word with Sol.*

 

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*Sol jumped off the pool table and in rapid footsteps approached a few Tribals; in a quick wave, they accompany'd him behind a curtain in the back of the casino. He checked for anybody nearby to eavesdrop, until suddenly turning to them.*


"The boy -- Not the one who got petty caps from the Caravan tables -- but the one sitting down. Terry i think it was, get him. Scare him a little bit. Bring him to the outhouse behind Bastilla's tent; make sure nobody sees you either..."


*The three tribals quickly huddled off into the crowd. Two of the Tribals -- who were a man and female, approached Saige, Shane, and Terry's table, they greeted Shane and Saige ecstatically and friendly as possible. Terry, who was the seat farthest, was approached by the burly Tribal. "Sir -- I think you dropped your..." Followed by a swift blow to the head and a bag to cover his face as he was jerked off behind an rusted old door to the back.*


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I should have seen this coming, Terry thought forlornly. He had been careless; surely someone would have noticed a newcomer poking around. Perhaps they believed him to be a spy from some rival faction, or maybe a thief. In any case, he wasn't dead, at least not yet, and he couldn't hear the telltale sounds of the casino, so he had been brought to a secluded area. Meaning that whoever had taken him still needed him alive. For now.


Terry groaned. His head ached, but he was sturdier than most. Hopefully, his attackers wouldn't expect him to recover so quickly, and he would be able to get a jump on them. Unfortunately, the bag over his head prevented him from taking a look around his surroundings. For the time being, he decided to keep quite and focus on listening.

 

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*Terry hung from rusted chains in a room only lit with a flickering lightbulb overhead. The chains had already started digging in his wrists by the weight of himself pulling him down. There was a few sharp instruments in the corner and even a chair that's in front of an jury-rigged air conditioner. Sol circled him slowly, sipping a bottle of dirty water; only to squirted out of his mouth onto Terry to perhaps wake him up. Suddenly; he ripped the bag off his head and sent a hook straight to his stomach. Another, in his rib and kidney. Terry was now face-to-face with Sol. Who laughed softly and assured him.*


"Heh... I'm -- I'm so, so fucking sorry... haha... Got a little bit carried away...."

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Terry winced as he was struck repeatedly in the chest. It wasn't something he was a stranger to by any means, having boxed frequently in the past, but even so, it wasn't something that he particularly enjoyed. The young man took a look at his surroundings. It was dark, so the details were difficult to make out. He wasn't sure how far he was from the town. Terry turned his attention to his captor. It was a little strange that Sol would take him somewhere private to speak to him; he would have thought that the man would have been able to speak with him in his own domain at the casino.


Unless...unless the commander was afraid of something. Or someone. Bastilla.


"I suppose this is the barbarian hospitality I've heard so much about," Terry said dryly, trying to struggle his way out of his chains, to no avail. "I don't suppose this is all under your superior's approval. It would be a real shame if she was to hear about this."

 

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*Sols wrist jolts upward and grasps Terry's jaw. His breath was hot; his mild face paint beginning to smear inward with his sweat. He pulled at him downward so his chains would dig deeper in his wrists. Sol aimed his free finger in his face and growled:*


"Ye haven't seen, 'hospitality', yet meat. I also don't suppose my superior would want to here that her 'invited guest' asked many personal questions about Blackwood's point of interests? -- YEAH! *Laughs* YEAH!... i know that."


*He begins wailing on Terry again repeatedly till he's out of breath. Which is about four minutes later of complete blind fury and several strikes the stomach, face, and legs later. He panted and began to chuckle; an Insurgent gave him another gallon of water and pulled a small rolling tray with a car battery attached do jumper cables were introduced between them. Sol chugs a good portion of the water and begins furiously shaking the jug at Terry. In a rage he tosses it and grabs the ends of the cable; sending the buzzing sound in the air in loud cracks of noise.*


"Where are you from really? You're you a spy for? Or i'll show you hospitality."


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Terry coughed up some blood after he had been struck again, but he refused to show his pain. This wasn't good. He was alone in a situation he had little control over. Yet...despite being in the right mind, fully knowing the danger he was facing, the young man began to shake, but not from fear. No, to even his own surprise, the boy was getting a little excited. He could feel the adrenaline rushing through his veins, making everything abundantly clear - emotions, nerves, all of it.


And even as he faced the sparks, a suppressed, darker part of Terry's mind urged him to rush towards death, to experience the rush of every neuron in his brain shutting down. The only things that kept Terry from giving in to that instinct was his anger of the man before him...and the fear that Saige and Shane would also be in danger unless he did something.


Terry struggled to think back to his school days. Some of his classmates had been screwing around with a similar car battery, making sparks and all that. Eventually, one of the teachers stopped the shenanigans, but he had mentioned something...a shock from the average car battery wouldn't be lethal. At least, Terry hoped that's what he had said. Sol likely wouldn't be aware of the non-threat; he didn't seem like the sharpest tool in the shed.


But the thing that worried Terry was the chains. They could heat up from the sparks and burn him, causing an infection or a number of other horrible ways to die. He had to stall for time, rely on his charisma, until he could figure something out.


"I'm just being curious," Terry snapped. "Bastilla welcomed me here. I was thinking about settling down here. She wouldn't be happy if she learned that one of her esteemed guests was being tortured by her underling. I can hear the news now: 'Sol gets assigned to cleaning duty; replaced by the War Bride.'"


As he talked, Terry carefully stretched his arm and grit his teeth. If need be, he'd dislocate it and try to slip out of his chains. He wasn't sure how much use he'd be without his arms, but it was better than dangling from the ceiling.


He continued, "That is...unless you don't really care what Bastilla thinks. I mean, total power over a town of this size...it's pretty tempting."