Sixteen... Seventeen... Eighteen...
The terrified muffled sound resumed. The sly Kahn'a had tried to fill his lungs with precious air as soon as the fateful sound of fingers snapping split the air. But there were too many factors making it hard to keep level-headed. No he would not die, but he was to experience true fear until he somehow appealed to the cruel fiend.
This time he cried not when he recovered, but screwed up his head, his hair pulled roughly, angling his head in an uncomfortable position. His shaking was tremendous, the iced water adding to his apprehension of pain, of death. He let out a grunt.
Get your filthy mitts off, witch.
One by one, the barriers of civilization that Kahn'a had worked hard to erect were falling. And like a cornered wild beast, his heart started filling with primal hatred, a strong urge to harm something.
No, don't give in, don't give in. Please don't fucking give in.
Like a red thread meant to guide him through the maze of sadism, he kept repeating this line in his head. He had to hang onto something to keep his mind from just spilling everything, and anything.
Out of the blue, Kahn'a chuckled, barely making a noise, you could only tell by the twisted smirk, confused between pain, sarcasm and disgust.
"Intimate? Aaaaah," he sighed, hanging his head back, defeated. "Look at me, Hyur, take a real close look, since you already dare breathe down my neck. This could have been you, I could have been you. There is nothing separating us. Nothing."
"You want answers?" he squinted. "Very well. You're serving someone from beyond the border with your search. Remnants of well-hidden corruption, it had enough time to produce an awful lot of paper, of orders, orders that you're following presently."
"You want to know where the Wings are? Aaaah," he breathed out, almost relieved, "I have nothing to tell you, for I know nothing. Tainted Command must be desperate if they order their fiends to work on assumptions, on guesses. You can drown me all you want, you can perhaps kill me if you keep going. Nothing I shall say will set you on the path of those I got caught for."
"Being who you are, you should know. In your field, ignorance is the strongest of shield."
The terrified muffled sound resumed. The sly Kahn'a had tried to fill his lungs with precious air as soon as the fateful sound of fingers snapping split the air. But there were too many factors making it hard to keep level-headed. No he would not die, but he was to experience true fear until he somehow appealed to the cruel fiend.
This time he cried not when he recovered, but screwed up his head, his hair pulled roughly, angling his head in an uncomfortable position. His shaking was tremendous, the iced water adding to his apprehension of pain, of death. He let out a grunt.
Get your filthy mitts off, witch.
One by one, the barriers of civilization that Kahn'a had worked hard to erect were falling. And like a cornered wild beast, his heart started filling with primal hatred, a strong urge to harm something.
No, don't give in, don't give in. Please don't fucking give in.
Like a red thread meant to guide him through the maze of sadism, he kept repeating this line in his head. He had to hang onto something to keep his mind from just spilling everything, and anything.
Out of the blue, Kahn'a chuckled, barely making a noise, you could only tell by the twisted smirk, confused between pain, sarcasm and disgust.
"Intimate? Aaaaah," he sighed, hanging his head back, defeated. "Look at me, Hyur, take a real close look, since you already dare breathe down my neck. This could have been you, I could have been you. There is nothing separating us. Nothing."
"You want answers?" he squinted. "Very well. You're serving someone from beyond the border with your search. Remnants of well-hidden corruption, it had enough time to produce an awful lot of paper, of orders, orders that you're following presently."
"You want to know where the Wings are? Aaaah," he breathed out, almost relieved, "I have nothing to tell you, for I know nothing. Tainted Command must be desperate if they order their fiends to work on assumptions, on guesses. You can drown me all you want, you can perhaps kill me if you keep going. Nothing I shall say will set you on the path of those I got caught for."
"Being who you are, you should know. In your field, ignorance is the strongest of shield."
