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Angry at the fact that the blonde had moved away, the Chief lifted the poker off of the ground and pressed the metal against Cassius's back while he wasn't paying attention. The metal had cooled down enough where it didn't burn as much as it did earlier, and Cassius found it easier to withstand the pain. He didn't flinch away, he simply closed his eyes and smiled until the metal was pulled away and stuck back into the edge of the blaze.
Farah was forced to kneel right next to him, and Cassius almost involuntarily moved closer to her, looking for comfort as the next series of tortures were readied.
By now, the pitter-patter of the rain had become a roaring downpour. The pyre behind the two still managed to stay burning, however not nearly as brightly as before. Cassius hoped it would go out.[/fieldbox]