Board Thread:RolePlay/@comment-44124716-20200121202712/@comment-32942273-20200126030632

After about 30 minutes of grinding on both arms, the elf is in tears, "Please make it stop!" She says, "Please!"

"Are you going to talk or-?" He asks

"Go freeze your head in a lake." She tells him and then screams as her arm breaks, "Auugh! Fine! Fine! I will talk! Just make it stop."

Spyte allows her to stop. "Did it have to go on that long? All you had to do was tell me and you could have spared yourself the pain." He says, "Now talk."

"Fine. The kids I was harboring worked with the Black Swan. When I was captured, they were moved. I don't know their location." She says, and her eyes shift slightly to the left.

"Lies!" Spyte says, "You do know something! Tell me."

"No." She says and then she snaps her leg, "Ahhhh! Fine! Fine! One of them had some mission undercover within the Council! That is all I know!" She says, "Please don't do that again."

"Oh. You have told me all I need to know. Have a good day." He says, "Oh and by the way, this might hurt just a tad. Try not to bother anyone with your screams."

The elf quickly snaps her leg and then her unbroken arm. Her screams echo off the walls as Spyte smirks and walks away.