Board Thread:RolePlay/@comment-44124716-20200121202712/@comment-32942273-20200126011046

When he arrives at his class. Spyte sighs when he realizes that class is just going to be another torture session. He looks down at an elf with their hands in gloves.

“What are you here for?” He asks

“Look I didn’t do anything. These sandblasted goons just up and dragged me here for not freezing a stupid fire.” The elf says angrily

“I see. And what exactly did you do then?” He asks voice cold

“Well I... Is this some kind of stupid interrogation? I have my rights. I have the right to remain silent when interviewed and I-“ Her voice cuts off as her arm starts to move, it reaches behind her and presses into her spine.

“There, right in that spot.” Spyte says. “Now of course you have the right to remain silent. I just... Wouldn’t it be horrible if...”

The elf stares as her other arm grabs her other elbow and begins to force it back. She screams as the arm goes past where it should be. “Please stop! I will talk!” She says

“I thought so.” Spyte says easily. The woman breathes a sigh as her arms rotate back into position. “Now... What did you do?”

She sighs, “I was harboring some kids that the council wanted. When I refused to tell them, they dragged me here. Satisfied?”

“Oh. Very. Now, where are those kids?” He asks

“I am not giving them up!” She stares defiantly at him

“I see. Did you know that elven molars are the most effective torture implements ever created? They grind enough to seriously hurt and yet... don’t break the skin. They are beautiful aren’t they? On that rack next to you are some pliers with molars on them. I will give you one chance before those molars find their way onto your body. Now. Where are the children?” He asks, voice deadly calm

“I will not surrender to you. Monster!” She hisses and her iron gloves begin to freeze. Her eyes widen in shock as her hand grabs a plier. The traitorous arm brings the pliers down on her arm hard and begin to twist. She begins screaming, but doesn’t give in.

“Hard nut to crack are we?” Asks Spyte evilly, “We shall see about that. We shall see.”