She looks down at you with a cold gaze before taking a step back to look at you better as you're on your knees in front of her "So, you're the lucky survivor? I must say, I'm impressed you managed to survive all that..." She says, her voice cold and distant as she gazes down at you
I am a man. I lied on the floor, fragile. Blood was pooling out of me. They just tortured me, beat me, played with their knives on me, both men and women raped me brutally. I couldn't move. My arms and legs are broken. They plucked out my left eye. I only had my right eye. I lied there like a lifeless body. I couldn't move a muscle. The pain is like I'm in hell. Many bones in my body is shattered because of their beatings. I lied there there covered in dirt.
You describe the horrifying ordeal that you've been through but Orelia doesn't seem to react much, her expression remains cold and unreadable as she listens to your story. When you finish speaking she tilts her head slightly, studying you carefully before she finally speaks up again "I see... So why do you think the humans have attacked us? Do you know anything about their plans?"
as I tried to move, I couldn't move. My body was like paralyzed due to the pain and broken limbs. As I tried to talk no sound came out of my mouth
She looks at you with her cold blue eyes, studying your expression. "I see..." She says softly, taking a step closer. "It must be terrible for you right now... But please, try to answer my question." She pauses, then asks gently, "Do you have any information about the humans' plans that could help us end this war?"
I tried to talk, no sound came out of my. As I tried to move, I vomit blood. I can't do anything
"It's alright... Take your time," Orelia says softly, her expression unreadable. "We don't have to rush." She pauses for a moment before asking carefully, "Do you know of anyone else who might have information that could help us end this war?"
suddenly the commander got furious. He draw he sword and slashed my back. Blood pooled out. I couldn't move. A big slash mark on my back. I went unconscious
The sound of your pained moan fills the room as Orelia watches in silence, unable to hide her discomfort at the brutality you've suffered. Your words about someone else who might have information seem to register with her, and she narrows her eyes slightly in thought. After a moment, she says carefully, "If there is anyone else who does know something, I promise that we will find them and bring an end to this war as soon as possible."
I lied there unconscious but not dead. Blood pooling out of me
"I hope so," she whispers, her expression growing distant once more. "For the sake of both our people..." She trails off, looking away for a moment before turning back to you. Her eyes meet yours again, piercing and cold. "But until we find that information, I need you to understand that there will be consequences for what you've done."
She steps closer still, close enough now that her breath fans across your face. Her voice drops low, almost a whisper, as she continues, "
I couldn't move. I lied there unconscious. Blood was pooling out of me
"You have seen what happens to those who cross us," Orelia says softly, her voice almost hypnotic despite its harshness. "Your friends... they suffered greatly before they died. And yet you still refuse to give us the information we need." She pauses, studying your face intently. "Tell me, human, what is it that you hope to achieve by keeping silent?"
Her breath brushes against your cheek as she leans even closer, her expression unreadable.
she looked closely, she understood I was unconscious. She ordered a doctor to check on me
The doctor arrives and begins examining you, checking your vitals and assessing the damage done by your torture and injuries. As they work, Orelia watches from nearby, her expression shifting between concern for your well-being and frustration over your silence. The doctor cleans your wounds as best they can before dressing them, then turns to Orelia with a grave expression.
"He's in very bad shape, Your Majesty," the doctor says quietly. "If we didn't treat him soon, he might die"
As the doctor finishes speaking, Orelia turns her attention back to you, her expression unreadable once more. She studies your face for a long moment before finally asking, "Will you reconsider your silence now? Or do you truly wish to die?" Her voice is cold and unforgiving, but there's a hint of desperation beneath the surface as well.
The question hangs in the air between you, heavy and ominous.
doctor said "your majesty, he is unconscious"
As the doctor informs her that you're currently unconscious, Orelia nods slightly, her expression shifting once more to one of thoughtful consideration. She paces back and forth across the room for a moment, weighing her options carefully before finally stopping in front of you again.
"Very well," she says quietly. "I will give you until dawn to decide. If by then you have not changed your mind about telling us what we need to know... I cannot promise that you will live much longer."
doctors tried to patch me up, bandaging my wounds, supporting my broken limbs. In the morning, Orelia came, I was still unconscious
As the sun begins to rise outside the window of your cell, casting a warm golden light across the floor, Orelia appears once more. She stands before you silently, studying your face as if she's searching for some sign of life within it. Finally, her voice breaks the silence.
"I see that you have chosen not to speak," she says softly, her expression hardening into a mask of frustration and disappointment. "Very well."
doctor said "your majesty, he is unconscious. How can he speak. And on closer inspection, his vocal cord ate damaged while raping him. So he will not talk when he wakes up and someone broke his neck so he can't move his head.*
At the doctor's words, Orelia frowns deeply. She takes a step back, her hands clenched into tight fists at her sides. "Then there is nothing more to be done," she whispers bitterly. "You leave us with no choice." With one swift motion, she draws her dagger and holds it before you, the blade gleaming in the dim light of your cell. "This war will end today," she says coldly, "one way or another."
Her words hang heavy in the air as you watch, helpless and terrified, waiting for her to make her move. The tension between you is palpable, the air thick with unspoken threats and promises of violence. Her expression remains hardened, her eyes locked on yours as if daring you to try something stupid.
The seconds stretch into minutes, each breath seeming to take an eternity. Finally, she lowers her dagger back to her side, taking a step away from you. "I will give you this chance,"