0230 Hours, February 9th, 2574 AA (837 AD)
King Ademar IX of Asendavia was standing in a cell in one of the lower levels of the dungeons underneath the castle. He was examining the most recent specimen that had been brought to him. His specimen was a Vulpine of the northern variety, completely white in all regards. The specimen was strapped to a wooden frame that rendered him completely immobile, save his head. A gag had also been placed in the vulpine’s mouth to lessen the noise that he would make.
Ademar IX closely observed his specimen for some time while standing still, occasionally moving to get a better look at his toy from different angles. The King, wearing only a pair of simple trousers, smirked to himself as he watched his plaything, who was nude, turn their head to look at him as he walked around the vulpine. Finally, Ademar IX came to a standstill in front of his specimen.
“I think that I’m going to enjoy playing with you quite a bit,” the King announced to the vulpine, who made no attempt to respond.
Ademar IX made his way to a table in the corner of the cell. On the table was a wide variety of tools that the King enjoyed using. After a few moments in thought, Ademar IX chose one of his favorite tools, a flaying knife. As the King turned around, his plaything instantly saw the knife in his hand. The vulpine’s eyes widened and he began to thrash his head around wildly. Ademar quickly ended his toy’s thrashing with a quick and hard slap to the face.
“I want no struggling from you. The last time one of my specimens struggled as fiercely as you did there, well… it didn’t go well for them. Let’s keep it at that,” Ademar scolded.
The vulpine quickly ceased its thrashing, but its eyes were still wide open. Ademar idly tossed the knife from hand to hand, trying to decide what to do. After a minute of this, Ademar sheathed his knife.
“I think that I want a good feel of you first before I ruin you,” the King said quite nonchalantly.
Ademar quickly moved to the back of the vulpine, with the vulpine trying to crane its head to see what Ademar would do. The King put his hands on his toy’s shoulders and gently began running his hands up and down the vulpine’s arms. Ademar chuckled as he saw his specimens ears prick up in surprise.
“What luxurious fur you have. It is just so soft and long. Yes, I think you are my best specimen yet. I must prolong my enjoyment for as long as I can before I have to destroy you,” the King’s hands kept moving his hands up and down the vulpine’s arms as he stated this. After a few moments of silence, Ademar continued “I know that I said this earlier, but you really just are so magnificent. You are the best thing that has happened to me in a long time. You. Are. Perfect,” Ademar whispered.
Suddenly, the King drew away from his plaything and grabbed its tail. The fur on its tail was even longer and even softer than the fur on the rest of its body. The King started stroking his toy’s tail and smirked.
“I so badly want to play with you, but I just can’t bring myself to ruin you, not like that at least. No, you must die pure.”
Ademar let go of his toy’s tail and stood there for a few moments, watching it sway idly back and forth. Finally, Ademar made his way back to the front of his specimen. In one fluid motion, the King drew a hammer from his belt and smashed the vulpines right hand with it. He laughed as he heard a satisfying crunch and the specimens muffled screams of pain.
“The things that happened earlier were only a warmup. Now the game has truly begun.”
Tossing the hammer to his other hand, he quickly smashed the vulpines other hand. Tossing his hammer away and drawing his flaying knife, he kept his toy’s right hand completely still with his left hand as he began to flay his plaything’s fingers, first its pinky, then its ring finger, and then finally its fore finger.
After he flayed those three fingers, he took a step back and admired his work. He had removed all skin from the three fingers and he also managed to remove the claws from those fingers too. Satisfied with his work, he repeated the same process on the vulpine’s left hand.
Now that both of your hands have been flayed, I believe its time to begin the true process of flaying you. Hold still, this wont hurt much, Ademar laughed I lied, this will hurt like hell, but scum like you doesnt belong in Asendavia, no matter how magnificent you are.
Before beginning to properly flay the specimen, Ademar slapped the vulpine again. The vulpines ears drooped low as it seemed to accept its fate, and a trickle of blood ran from its nose, slightly ruining the vulpines beautiful white fur.
Ademar laughed as he saw the vulpine seemingly accept its fate and quickly began cutting its skin open, starting from the wrist of the right hand and working his way down the middle of the arm. By the time the skin of the right arm was fully removed, the Vulpine was thrashing around wildly again. When Ademar began the process all over again on the left arm, the specimen passed out.
After several hours of torture, flaying, and then medical attention, the vulpine was struggling to stay alive. Both arms were gone and the stumps bandaged, both feet were gone with the stumps bandaged, and various other parts of the body had skin removed and were bandaged as a result. However, Ademar IX was still not satisfied.
A few days later, after the vulpine had recovered some minimal amounts of strength and was able to stay conscious consistently, Ademar IX had his favorite specimen brought down to the wolf pit.
You see, this will be your end, my furry friend. Guard, release the wolves so that the specimen can see them.
The guard quickly complied and pulled a lever which opened a door. Not a moment later, the wolves began bounding out of the door into the pit. The guard that had been carrying the ruined vulpine quickly handed him to Ademar IX, who smiled sadly at his favorite specimen.
It was fun while it lasted, old friend, but we all eventually must grow up and stop playing with our toys. Good bye.
With that, he heaved the vulpine into the pit. In an instant after hitting the ground, the wolves were upon him, quickly tearing into his flesh and ripping chunks of flesh off of the vulpine, who was now uttering a final loud scream of pain. As the wolves tore into the vulpine while he was screaming, Ademar IX was watching from above with tears in his eyes and a smile on his face.