[ You fall into a shallow pit. The room above you is no longer visible, and everything is dark.
You're yanked closer to the ground by something heavy and stiff weighing on your neck; the metal cuff is cold, and in the glow of bright red you can see the chain leading down from your neck to the coal furnace - the only source of light. Your wrists and ankles are bound in much the same way, the iron heavy enough that you're forced on your hands and knees. You can see the vague shape of someone reaching for a poker that sits in the furnace, pulling the instrument out. For a poker, it looks a little strange, more like a brick than anything -
- or, maybe it's not. You can see some sort of design etched onto the tip. Perhaps you understand what that symbol is and what's about to happen, or perhaps you don't. Regardless, no amount of struggling or resistance will stop the person from finding a spot on your body - whether they need to tear parts of your clothes off or not to do so - and press the iron against your flesh, metal hissing as the contacted skin melts to the touch. Your captor tilts the branding iron against your skin, making sure to get every corner of the mark well imprinted on you.
The pain feels like it shoots beyond the skin, heat going straight into bone. Once the branding iron has been removed, you're left alone to sit with your own pain. At some point, the red glow fades. Did you pass out, or were you whisked away just as quickly as you were brought here?
Once the game has ended, you'll find yourself awake again in the elevator heading down to endgame, the burn throbbing. You're not feeling too well. ]
PUNISHMENT - Daemon
You're yanked closer to the ground by something heavy and stiff weighing on your neck; the metal cuff is cold, and in the glow of bright red you can see the chain leading down from your neck to the coal furnace - the only source of light. Your wrists and ankles are bound in much the same way, the iron heavy enough that you're forced on your hands and knees. You can see the vague shape of someone reaching for a poker that sits in the furnace, pulling the instrument out. For a poker, it looks a little strange, more like a brick than anything -
- or, maybe it's not. You can see some sort of design etched onto the tip. Perhaps you understand what that symbol is and what's about to happen, or perhaps you don't. Regardless, no amount of struggling or resistance will stop the person from finding a spot on your body - whether they need to tear parts of your clothes off or not to do so - and press the iron against your flesh, metal hissing as the contacted skin melts to the touch. Your captor tilts the branding iron against your skin, making sure to get every corner of the mark well imprinted on you.
The pain feels like it shoots beyond the skin, heat going straight into bone. Once the branding iron has been removed, you're left alone to sit with your own pain. At some point, the red glow fades. Did you pass out, or were you whisked away just as quickly as you were brought here?
Once the game has ended, you'll find yourself awake again in the elevator heading down to endgame, the burn throbbing. You're not feeling too well. ]