44 Experimentation (1/2)

Arnin raised the knife and placed it on of Torne's lips. His eyes glittered with an ominous light which deeply frightened him. He couldn't do anything or even say anything against Arnin because of the slave mark. Now that his mouth was numb as well, he couldn't scream for help. He knew that this night would be his doom, or at the very least, something completely unforgettable.

Arnin smiled before taking a step back. ”So, I will be doing some experiments on you and testing out some of my theories, however don't worry, it will only hurt… a lot. Even if you try and pretend like there is no pain, you will still feel pain. I will make sure of it.” Arnin's words were like a bomb that made Torne aware of the events that would occur in the night.

Arnin began to think of what he wanted to test first. The night was long, and he had many different options to go with. ”Hmm, maybe I will check out your talent?” Arnin nodded his head and walked over to Torne's arm and sliced it without warning.

”MMM!” Torne's eyes became red as he felt his bicep open up slightly due to Arnin's cut. His pain tolerance was not high because he had not participated in a lot of fights as a student, and instead had spent most of his time studying marks.

Arnin quickly took out a bowl as he collected the blood that was dripping from Torne's bicep. He wasn't affected by his treatment of Torne since he had done these kinds of experiments many times in the past. He would experiment on more than just humans and demons, sometimes choosing to experiment on phoenixes and dragons.

He wanted to do the same test he did on Lilise and Nekaia in the past. The conditions were optimum for the test. There were tons of negative emotions, an abundance of essence, and the person's blood was now with him. Arnin put the bowl of blood aside and brought out a needle and thread.

”Let me help you stitch this wound up.” Arnin faintly smiled before using both of his hands to aggressively squeeze the cut.

”MM! UUU!” Torne wasn't able to shake his head, however he tried his best to show that he didn't want the stiches. If Arnin numbed his arm before stitching him up, he might have agreed, but he was already feeling intense pain from his bicep. He found the pain from the cut to be unbearable, so he couldn't imagine the pain he would feel during the stitching.

”It's alright. As your Master, it is my job to make sure that all of your injuries heal as quickly as possibly.” Arnin's cold eyes scared Torne witless, however he didn't stop trying to make noise. Arnin shook his head and ignored the man's sounds of agony. The corners of his lips rose before he began to slowly stitch the wound together. His skills were extremely refined, however he made sure to 'accidentally' touch the muscles.

”UU! OO!” The sounds he made weren't too loud, however they were horrifying.

”I am not perfect, so I will make mistakes too. Don't worry though, this should be over soon.” Arnin continued to stitch very slowly and finally completed the procedure. Arnin knew that he shouldn't have stitched the wound right away without cleaning it first, and plus he might need more blood later, however Arnin didn't care about that. If he wanted more blood, he could just cut open another part of Torne's body.

After the torturous stitching, Arnin sat beside the bowl of blood and began to insert essence into it. Now that he was a Mark Master, his control of essence was considerably better and he was even able do control essence more efficiently with the white saber, which could be considered a godly weapon that could control and absorb essence.

Arnin had a small blade appear on his finger as he began to absorb the worldly essence. He didn't need to split them into different components and also didn't need to absorb them into his body, so he was able to complete the whole process fairly quickly.

The color of the blood slowly began to change into a blueish purple color. Arnin shook his head and looked Torne with some disappointment. The latter felt his heart begin to tense up, as he couldn't understand what was going on. The disappointment on Arnin's face was didn't hurt him, rather it made him tremble.

”You really are such a pitiful person. You can't even be considered a passable talent. Such bad talent.” Arnin shook his head and continued to look at the bowl. He could try and add negative energy into the bowl of blood and make a bath, however why would he do so?

'Hmm, what if I add in separate components of essence into the bowl of blood? Will I be able to figure out his affinity?' Arnin had a sudden thought and thought that the idea may be feasible. Nodding his head, Arnin walked towards Torne with a knife in his hand once more. The latter began to make weird sounds again.

”WOHH! UUU! MMM!” His eyes were completely red and there were small hints of tears. Arnin laughed and shook his head.

”Shut up, and stop making so much noise. Do you want to completely lose a body part?” Arnin got annoyed so he had the blade point towards Torne's third leg. Torne panicked and his eyes showed an intense amount of fright. He stopped making noise and could only tremble when he felt the pain.

Arnin smiled before taking the knife and slowly cutting Torne's abdomen. He had the knife in go very deep, however not deep enough to kill his test subject. Blood began to pour from the wound like a waterfall. Vilis, who was watching by the side, couldn't help but drool. Arnin noticed this and smiled wickedly.

”Vilis, are you thirsty? After I grab a couple bowls of blood, come and lick it off, but don't bite or suck.” Torne began to sweat even more when he heard Arnin's words. His eyes looked at the large Vilis, who was drooling profusely.

'What the hell did I do to deserve such treatment? This is inhumane, wouldn't the academy punish Arnin for doing this?' Torne felt extremely wronged because of his treatment. Although he didn't like Arnin's beatings either, they were still not too bad compared to what was happening to him right now.

Arnin grabbed five small wooden bowls from a box and began to fill them up with the blood that continued to gush out the major wound on Torne's stomach. After all five of them were completely filled to the top, Arnin allowed Vilis to go and lick off the blood. Of course, the pain would be immense during this, because his sandpaper-like tongue would most likely scrape against Torne's organs, and possibly some other things as well.

*CRACKLE CRACKLE CLINK*