Generic empire
22-08-2004, 07:48
Ilych was scowling. The tattered rags blew in the freezing wind as his emaciated body was forced through the jeering crowd towards the platform. A long and painful death was awaiting him.
Ilych Soranova was the former Imperial secretary of commerce. Six months ago he had been discreetly picked up by Imperial plain-clothes police, and brought to a secret maximum security prison facility known coldly as the 'summer house.' This facility was a specially constructed hell on Earth, built to contain Emperor Alexei's personal enemies while they awaited final verdict on their pathetic lives. It was surrounded on all sides by arctric desert, and two full divisions maintained security. It was commonly accepted that escape was impossible.
Soranova, as the Imperial government had discovered, was a closet communist, and a militant at that. He was a distinct threat to the economy, having disguised his political ideology and lack of loyalty long enough to attain a position of power. Alexei had considered the man a personal friend and confidant, and his treason had come as a shock to the man. The shock had been replaced by rage. Saranova had betrayed personal trust, and would pay dearly for it. The day after Chancellor Feador Alexeevich revealed the news to Emperor Alexei, Saranova had already faced judge, jury, and executioner without even realizing it. Now, as Saranova stepped onto the platform where he would face bloody and prolonged death, he regretted the entire scheme.
The traitor was dragged by two large masked men, his feet flailing in the air as he struggled pathetically. He was forced onto a large table, and shackled by his hands and feet. Another masked man's face appeared over his head. He was holding a large knife. He slammed the knife into the wooden table, and pulled his mask up, temporarily revealing a massochistic grin. He pulled the mask back down, and pulled the knife out. Then he went to work.
The man first sliced off Saranova's nose. Saranova screamed as the blood streamed down his face as the riled crowd cheered and hurled insults at him. Next, the knife moved to the left ear. It came away easily, followed by the right. The executioner caught the blood in a cup, and raised it to his lips. He drank deeply. The executioner tossed the knife over his shoulder. Another masked man handed him a larger knife with a serrated blade. The executioner raised Saranova's hand as far as he could. The wrist began to drip blood as the rusted metal shackle cut the flesh. He raised the knife and slammed it into the wrist. The hand fell away, rolling off the table to the platform. In his dazed state, Saranova felt the vibrations of the crowd, unable to hear their cheers. He barely felt the knife as it removed his other hand.
The executioners unshackled Saranova's legs, and carried him towards two men who were holding a large sack. Unbeknownst to Saranova, the sack was filled with extremely irate lobsters. Their claws found meat as Saranova's body was stuffed into the sack. The sack was tied, and through the pain, Saranova felt himself being lifted, carried somewhere.
Two men carried Saranova in his cloth prison, towards a dark pit. The pit was full of starving wolves. Saranova felt himself drop, and he landed with a thud. Teeth and claws shredded the sack, to find the bloody prize within. After a few seconds of frantic growls and screams, Saranova was no more.
Ilych Soranova was the former Imperial secretary of commerce. Six months ago he had been discreetly picked up by Imperial plain-clothes police, and brought to a secret maximum security prison facility known coldly as the 'summer house.' This facility was a specially constructed hell on Earth, built to contain Emperor Alexei's personal enemies while they awaited final verdict on their pathetic lives. It was surrounded on all sides by arctric desert, and two full divisions maintained security. It was commonly accepted that escape was impossible.
Soranova, as the Imperial government had discovered, was a closet communist, and a militant at that. He was a distinct threat to the economy, having disguised his political ideology and lack of loyalty long enough to attain a position of power. Alexei had considered the man a personal friend and confidant, and his treason had come as a shock to the man. The shock had been replaced by rage. Saranova had betrayed personal trust, and would pay dearly for it. The day after Chancellor Feador Alexeevich revealed the news to Emperor Alexei, Saranova had already faced judge, jury, and executioner without even realizing it. Now, as Saranova stepped onto the platform where he would face bloody and prolonged death, he regretted the entire scheme.
The traitor was dragged by two large masked men, his feet flailing in the air as he struggled pathetically. He was forced onto a large table, and shackled by his hands and feet. Another masked man's face appeared over his head. He was holding a large knife. He slammed the knife into the wooden table, and pulled his mask up, temporarily revealing a massochistic grin. He pulled the mask back down, and pulled the knife out. Then he went to work.
The man first sliced off Saranova's nose. Saranova screamed as the blood streamed down his face as the riled crowd cheered and hurled insults at him. Next, the knife moved to the left ear. It came away easily, followed by the right. The executioner caught the blood in a cup, and raised it to his lips. He drank deeply. The executioner tossed the knife over his shoulder. Another masked man handed him a larger knife with a serrated blade. The executioner raised Saranova's hand as far as he could. The wrist began to drip blood as the rusted metal shackle cut the flesh. He raised the knife and slammed it into the wrist. The hand fell away, rolling off the table to the platform. In his dazed state, Saranova felt the vibrations of the crowd, unable to hear their cheers. He barely felt the knife as it removed his other hand.
The executioners unshackled Saranova's legs, and carried him towards two men who were holding a large sack. Unbeknownst to Saranova, the sack was filled with extremely irate lobsters. Their claws found meat as Saranova's body was stuffed into the sack. The sack was tied, and through the pain, Saranova felt himself being lifted, carried somewhere.
Two men carried Saranova in his cloth prison, towards a dark pit. The pit was full of starving wolves. Saranova felt himself drop, and he landed with a thud. Teeth and claws shredded the sack, to find the bloody prize within. After a few seconds of frantic growls and screams, Saranova was no more.