the shadow figure accompanied the girl down to the deepest part of the dungeon.
when they reached their destination, she looked around in horror.
many various types of torture instruments lie around the room. ones that break bones, ones that sear the flesh, ones that even specialize in destroying one's mental capacity.
" why am i here?"
" i need to know what the faelan is up to....i believe you know."
" my animal? what makes you think it's plotting something? it's a animal..a pet!"
" foolish child! Faelans are fallen creatures...they only look pure of heart! All they strive for is chaos and destruction."
"strap her in!"
Three guards strap her in the nearest device.
"this is your last chance. Tell me what i want to know....or i will make sure you regret it."
The girl remains silent.
"very well. Torture her until she talks, but make sure she doesn't die. i have no use for her dead."
"yes sir!"
as the door is closed, her agonizing screams can be heard over the nearby countryside.
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