“I already told you! I promise that’s the code, I proOHOHOMISE! STOP! NahAHAHAHAHAHA!”
“Oh, we believe you, Mr Roberts. Our operatives are entering your facility as we speak. But it’s not every day you get access to a ticklish MI5 agent like you, and you broke oh so quickly. That’s no fun. So… we decided we’ve got all day to see what other secrets you’re hiding, and which spots will make you sing them for us. May as well make the most of it.”
“No! You CAHHAAN’T! PLEASE! I did what you asked, I TOHOHOHLD YOuHuHuhu! Let me go, please, I can’t take it! AHAJAHA! I can’t taAHAHAHke it!”
“Oh, but you can, Mr Roberts. And you will.” The torturer whispered, smiling, giving the go ahead to snip the poor agent’s shorts and boxers off. “I’m afraid you don’t have much say in the matter.”
