As time progressed, the young woman finally lost patience. Although she was a Sith and as such common practice was to exercise their intense emotions, namely passions like blood lust, rage, and other more destructive feelings, she also knew the importance of patience. It might seem like a silly Jedi thing to imagine being calm, as many Sith Lords appeared to have a wraith-like presence in a room which was more frightening than someone who would yell and administer a physical punishment. But Lythia had some trouble with patience, a virtue of all things. Perhaps it was because she knew this new life was a way to avenge her family and show that she, once born into slavery on Korriban, could one day rise to bring her oppressors to their knees.
Only once she could grasp her true potential though. Zerash seemed to sense this innately as he never had punished her outside of those tender, almost fatherly pieces of advice spoken in a condescending way. It was far better than being used as a toy and pitted against other newly graduated apprentices and acolytes. But if this torturer took too long and she merely waited in her chambers, maybe he would think it was all right to take advantage of her lack of action and manipulate her, or worse, discuss it with the others behind her back. Nothing else would likely provide him with a slow and painful death in public, if only to bolster the identity she needed to foster as a means to an end.
Thus, Lythia strode back to the torturer's chamber alone - she had instructed Khem to stay put, likely to harass any students who thought it would be interesting and fun to sneak into her chambers and snoop about at the whimsy of her master's enemies. Whether those students would ever come back in one piece, or at all, would depend on Khem's appetite.
So, she rounded the corner toward the torturer's chamber, only to find the robed and hooded Sith on the floor. A streak of blood lingered on the silvery steel desk, practically upset from his stumbling earlier, with blood further smeared along the floor and his hand. He hissed and whispered obscenities as if he were a serpent, content to coil and flicker his tongue rather than strike when wounded. It was almost amusing to see that an upstart padawan chained to a vertical table had been able to do this... which mean her master Zerash had something up his sleeve. It unnerved her to wonder what it was, and why he hadn't outright told her this padawan had potential. Not that she would ever say that aloud to the dark haired man.
"I see you've made a mess of things already," commented Lythia dryly, looking down at the torturer as if scolding him with her swirling golden eyes, like precious ore at its melting point. Seeing how many stim packs and poisons had likely cut through his robes while the instruments fell on and around him, the Sith Lady huffed an exhausted sigh as the torturer tried to get up - there was quite a bit in his system trying to cancel out the various positive and negative concoctions, and she doubted he would be helpful. Motioning by the door to one of the wary apprentices of the torturer, she called the lanky young man in.
"Get him up and ready for duty by the morning. Until then, have his useless self carted out of my sight." Once she had dismissed the pair, she ignored the goings-on behind her as her will was carried out. Her gaze instead drifted toward the shock collar on the floor, which she promptly picked up and ran her fingers over, ensuring no debris from the floor or blood from the torturer's nose had gotten onto the rather beautiful black metal.
"If you want something done right you've got to do it yourself, I suppose," murmured Lythia to herself, stepping forward and snapping open the collar to put on the padawan. By now she was about a foot or two away from him, hands extended on either side of his neck. Her eyes drifted toward him briefly as if advising he didn't act in the same way to her as he did the torturer. The voltage of her lightning would make him yearn for the shock of a prod, which paled in comparison to what she could produce.