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For years, Nix searched for the moment when ecstasy, pain, or pleasure would break Nynfaé. He tore off limbs, replaced organs, rewired nerves, and turned her body into a canvas for an impossible surgery.
But he never found the limit of her endurance, and that made her one of his favorite pieces in his collection.
The prisoner ceased to be an experiment. She became the only work capable of arousing fascination in her very own executioner.
Cycle after cycle of deprivation and ecstasy, her sanity —already touched by the Warp— is unmade. Her vessel sails the most exotically impious realms, guided by her. Nynfaé, transformed into the twisted needle of a cursed compass.
For years, Nix searched for the moment when ecstasy, pain, or pleasure would break Nynfaé. He tore off limbs, replaced organs, rewired nerves, and turned her body into a canvas for an impossible surgery.
But he never found the limit of her endurance, and that made her one of his favorite pieces in his collection.
The prisoner ceased to be an experiment. She became the only work capable of arousing fascination in her very own executioner.