Seeing her nod, Kresch smiled a deep, ominous grin. He then stared into Yorsvir's eyes. Yorsvir was clearly in pain as Kresch held him in place. "Let me go you beast!" Yorsvir still had the strength to bark out insults at Kresch. He slowly tightened his grip around the servant's throat. Kresch then spoke, his voice so cold that it even chilled Anira to the bone, "I have a lot in store for you. You see, for the next few hours, you are going to be my newest play thing, and I don't treat these toys well. You are in for one hell of a night, my friend. I hope everything that you have done to her was worth it, and I hope... For your sake... Well... Never mind. I don't care about your sake." After a few moments, he spoke again, "Anira, I will take my leave with this. I will be back in a few hours. If you need anything, just come find me. I will be down in the dungeons. If you get lost, just follow the screams."
And with that he dragged Yorsvir throughout the castle. As they passed by, onlookers stared at them; a ferocious beast with wings holding the Queen's servant by his throat. Some of the people cheered Kresch, others cursed him. Kresch did not care, as this was revenge for what Yorsvir had tried to do. The knowledge Kresch held would soon become public knowledge to the city of Derath.
As he and Yorsvir approached the dungeon, Yorsvir lost consciousness. Kresch shook him a little, but still he did not wake. Shrugging, Kresch found a nice wall in which he attached Yorsvir to. Kresch waited a few moments and then smacked him across the face. Yorsvir suddenly awoke, and rapidly turned his head back and forth looking around to see where he was at. As his head began to slow his eyes met Kresch's. Kresch just stood there, gazing upon his would-be plaything. The smirk had found its way back across his face. Licking his lips, he began to speak, "Welcome! Welcome to my chambers! We are going to have lots of fun here, you beast! Oh you are going to enjoy this. I know I will!"
After the words left his lips, Kresch removed what appeared to be a serrated blade from its holder. He began sliding it up and down Yorsvir's panicked face. "I wonder if this is how my love felt as you were about to defile her. I wonder if this is how you felt being in such a dominating position. I will have you know," he chuckled lightly, "that I love domination." With that he cut Yorsvir's face ever so slowly. Yorsvir screamed at the top of his lunges as blood began to flow freely from his cheek. Seeing the crimson falling, Kresch held a finger to the droplets, "Now now. We wouldn't want to waste this. Your precious meaning of life." He licked his finger clean, and then proceeded to slash the other side of Yorsvir's face. His screams grew louder as Kresch did this. Pausing for a moment, Kresch shook his head, "My my. It seems as if this is already boring me. Whatever shall we do about this?"
Kresch then proceeded to tear Yorsvir's upper garments from his body. He then took the serrated blade into his hands. "This is one of my favorite parts, I hope you understand. If you enjoy it as well, then we have something in common!" Kresch took the blade and slowly cut down Yorsvir's chest into his stomach. Yorsvir continued to scream, his voice slowly going hoarse. "That seems deep enough. What do you think?" As the words left Kresch's mouth, Yorsvir spit in his face. Taking a step back, Kresch grinned at him. "Ah. I see you like to play rough. So do I."
Kresch proceeded to place his hands upon the line cut through Yorsvir's mid-section. Yorsvir could feel the searing pain shooting through him as Kresch did this. Kresch then began to dig his claws into the wound, and violently ripped the skin from Yorsvir's body. Blood flew everywhere. It covered the floor, it covered Kresch, everything. Kresch lifted the removed flesh and began to savor the blood dripping from it. Yorsvir, still conscious, watched in horror at the beast facing him. After he was done, he threw the flesh to the floor and approached the servant. He quietly whispered to him, "I hope everything that you have done to that beautiful elf was worth it. I hope that whatever plans you had in store came to fruition, because you will die here." Kresch, feeling he had satisfied his revenge, left Yorsvir in the dungeon, and returned to Anira.
Blood still covered his body as he made his way to Anira's chambers. He was proud for what he had done and was happy to tell Anira there would be no more worries for the time being. People stared at him as he made his way back to her. He did not care, their opinions meant nothing to him. When he finally made his way back to her chambers, he reverted into his familiar form and entered. She was still sitting on her bed, obviously traumatized by what had transpired earlier. Blood still covered him as he spoke, "It is done, my love. He will not hurt you anymore. I do believe, however, that you should be in the market for a new servant soon. This time, make sure you tell whomever you hire that they run the risk of being brutally slaughtered should they ever hurt you."