Inerrogation Recording

[Recording starts]

[tap, tap]

Female voice: (murmuring) Is it working?… I can never tell with these things.

Male voice: Mmm… Yes, we should start.

[short pause]

Female voice: (speaking clear and confident) Brothers and Sisters of the Sword of Caine; infernalism is a serious heresy, destroying the freedom for which we fight every night. It is a sickness that plagues the Sabbat, a sickness that must be cleansed if we would continue the battle for our liberation.

It has been said, “If you know the enemy and know yourself, you need not fear the result of a hundred battles. If you know yourself but not the enemy, for every victory gained you will also suffer defeat.”

My Brothers and Sisters, we have knowledge of ourselves. We need knowledge of our foes. And all must have access to what we learn tonight so the Sword may be able to identify their enemies. With this knowledge, we will be victorious in the war against the corrupters.

Let Caine be praised.

[short pause]

2nd Male voice: Are you certain these bonds will hold?

Female voice: I am certain. And if I am wrong I will deserve the thrashing I’ll receive…

2nd Male voice: Pull the stake.

[Sounds of many footsteps, a chair scrapping across a floor. The sucking sound of a stake being ripped out of flesh. A second female voice snarls wordlessly in anger.]

2nd Female: (Swedish accent. Proud and haughty) You cannot bind me here! They will come for me and then destroy you!

1st Male: The others were destroyed in their own fire. No one will come.

1st Female: No one knows where we are, not even our own people. You are all alone with us.

[Scraping sound of metal, and hiss of heat. A short pause, then the sound of burning flesh. The 2nd Female screams in pain.]

1st Female: (condescendingly) We are going to ask you some questions. And you will answer. If you do not…[Burning flesh again, groans from 2nd Female] Your pain will be great either way. It is the price you pay for your treachery, Infernalist.

Infernalist: You are all fools! One day They will come to take their rightful place, and you will all burn in the fires of Hell for eternity and-

[Something hitting flesh, a slight bone cracking]

1st Male: (angry) What were your plans at the Festival? How were you going to subvert the Sword?

Infernalist: (laughs) We have no need for plans. The Sabbat is doing a fine job all on its own! You fight amongst yourselves in the name of a freedom you will never see! And your petty bickering will ensure that when the true Masters come, you will be weak! You will crawl on your knees to-

[sounds of flesh withering under fire. The Infernalist screams, but the sound is slightly mocking.]

1st Female: If you didn’t need to be there you would not have been, so you can spare us the rhetoric. What were you doing at the place of sacred Rituals?

Infernalist: We were there to see… to hear, to touch… Slowly we strip the will from your souls by being in your presence. Even now, foolish girl, your will is given over to my Master!

[A cry of rage from 1st Female, as the sounds of torture by fire begin again. The Infernalist cries out in ecstasy, laughing as the brand scores her skin. This goes on for several minutes.]

2nd Male: Sariah, that’s enough. There is more we must know.

[Sariah snarls, there is the sound of metal striking flesh, then footsteps.]

Sariah: Pardon, Salvador. Continue.

[Slow purposeful footsteps]

Salvador: (calmly) If your Masters are so powerful, they must have many servants… How many are you amongst the Sword of Caine?

Infernalist: More than you can even imagine. Everyone we come into contact with loses a little piece of their souls.

[Something strikes flesh and bone cracks again.]

1st Male: (shouts) Enough with the lies! We need names!

Infernalist: (yells, laughing) There are too many to name! You will chase our shadows to eternity, Fury, but you will never bring an end to our cause!

[Sounds of the Infernalist being beaten, many bones cracking]]

Sariah: (Triumphantly) Teach that bitch about Sabbat justice, Heinrich!

[The sounds of torture continue for several minutes, the sounds of beating and breaking bones fades behind the screams of the Infernalist. No longer pleasurable, her voice carries the resonance of real anguish being inflicted. ]

Heinrich: We will root out every corrupter in the Sabbat, and purify them all with fire! Then we will find the slaves in the Camarilla and they will meet the same end! One by one you will be purged…

Sariah: (murmurs) Camarilla… [footsteps] One of you told me you had been to the Camarilla’s…(derisively) conclave. What were you doing there and who did you recruit?

Infernalist:(panting and sultry) Huhhhh… The Ivory Tower welcomed us, honored us, even. They are ready for the Masters to come.

Salvador: Who welcomed you? Where do they sleep?

Heinrich: (menacingly) Answer him.

Infernalist: We were welcomed by princes and archons. We were honored by Justicar Paschek himself… for our honesty. Such naive little creatures they were. However, your devotions to me have been much more interesting than their bowing and scraping…

[sounds of burning flesh, the Infernalist cries out in sultry delight.]

Infernalist: (in Swedish) More! More!

Sariah: (in Swedish) Keep talking and I will give you all the pain you desire… Perhaps even exceeding your appetite…

[flesh is struck again]

Heinrich: (threateningly) What do you serve, slave?

Infernalist: (smugly) You should know, Salubri, your kind have served them, as I do.

Heinrich: Heretic!

[the Infernalist is struck several times, laughing all the while]

Infernalist:(screaming while being struck) NO matter how you fight it, you are just as corrupted as any who willingly follow the Masters! And when they rise to power, you will be the first to kneel at their feet!

[continued beating, the Infernalist alternately screams and crows with insane laughter.]

Salvador:(as the sounds of beating continue in the background) We have the only useful information we are going to get from it. Sariah, you may start your work.

Sariah: The knife?

Salvador: Right here.

[The sounds of beating stop. Soft footsteps]

Heinrich: (in Arabic) This devil’s whore is not but a useless slave. I had thought none were beyond redemption… I may be mistaken.

Sariah: (in Swedish; in a soft, almost loving voice) You said you desired pain? I want to see how long that desire lasts before the pain becomes too much to bear…

[The Infernalist begins screaming and groaning simultaneously. She cries out, in Swedish, for the pain to continue. Aside from her ramblings the room is silent. After ten minutes of this, there is a tearing sound, like skin being ripped off flesh. The screaming grows more intense, and the ripping continues for sometime. In Swedish, the Infernalist cries out to her master, she begins to curse her tormentors, but is struck by something and becomes silent.]

Sariah: (quietly) Is that thing still on?[short pause] Did it get everything?

Heinrich: I believe so… Now we may begin the work of purging this cancer from the world.

[End of recording]

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