웃
웃 my muse torturing yours for information
The beast of a man was chained up- forced on his knees with arms out on the table before him. Fingers tightly clamped in the heavy cast-iron vice of a thumbscrew. A steel horses’ bit had been applied to his mouth- gathering drool down his chin and exposed body. The scientist circled him, riding crop in hand. “Tch. So this is what you’ve been reduced to?” He spat, “Though I suppose if you act like an animal, we will treat you like one.” He traced the crop along the curve of his back, before striking him with it.
He stopped beside the table, placing slender fingers upon the wings of the thumbscrew threateningly. “Are you ready to divulge your clan secrets now? Or would you like your fingers crushed first?”
