Prescott’s POV
“It’s here, Your Majesty!” Czar announced, opening a steel door for me, he stepped aside for me to enter.
I nodded and took a deep breath before walking into the dark room. The door closed behind me, and I assumed that he was going to stand guard by the door.
“Oh, dear!” I sighed, taking in the awful smell of the chemicals in the room.
The light came on only to reveal Dixon, who was standing behind a guy who was shackled to an iron chair. The rogue guy was stripped naked, his long hair was packed up in a messy bun and he was dripping wet from head to toe.
“Do we have only one captive?” I asked Dixon, moving closer to the seat that was across from the guy.
“No. We have three captives and the remaining two were kept in the slammer.” Dixon uttered, moving away from the guy.
“Good.” I pulled the chair a little closer to the guy before sitting down. I stared at the rogue who kept giving me a resentful glare. I chuckled, wondering what was going on in his little head.
“Hey,” I snapped at him, crossing my legs as he groaned out in response.
“I would grant you a painless death if you tell me what I want to hear,” I paused, watching as the guy tried to move on his seat, but the sharp chain that was used to tie his legs and hands made it difficult for him to move.
“Don’t move. The more you move, the more that shit will cut through your skin.” I warned, my eyes were on the cut that the chain had already given him as blood oozed out from the fresh cut.
“Bastards!” the guy cursed, moving back into his seat.
“And what did you just say?” Dixon groaned, marching towards the guy and kickinged him with his boot.
“Aargh!” the guy groaned, turning his neck as if he was trying to ease the pain that Dixon had inflicted on his forehead.
“Dixon,” I called, watching as my best warrior took a few steps away from the guy. “Can you not interrupt me?” I sighed, resting my arm on the headrest of the seat.
Dixon turned away from him and intertwined his hands on his back before saying,
“I’m sorry, Your Majesty!” he mumbled, bowed to me, and moved away from us.
“Ptch!” The guy chuckled as Dixon moved away from us, “Such a loyal dog!”
I stretched my leg and kicked him right in the face, he staggered and fell to the floor with the iron chair falling on him.
“Aargh!” he groaned, blood oozing out of his wrists and ankles as the chain moved when he fell. Causing him several cuts.
“Say one more ill word to my boy and watch me chop off your tongue.” I scolded him before resting back in the seat.
“Help him up, Dixon,” I ordered, Dixon walked up to him and grabbed the seat with one hand.
He made him sit back down on the seat before walking away from us.
“I have three questions for you, if you can answer the three correctly, I will grant you a painless death. But if you drag on the question and you don’t give me a positive reply, I will make sure you beg for death but I won’t grant you such a wish.” I grabbed his chair and moved his seat a little bit closer, making him come face-to-face with me.
“Look at my face, Don’t even try to blink because once you move your gaze away, I will do things that will make you wish you never moved your gaze off of me,” I warned when I saw him trying to look away from me.
“Fist question,” I paused, watching the guy as he battled the urge to move his gaze away from me, I scoffed, hoping he would dare move his gaze so I would show him I wasn’t joking around with him.
“Who is Eruba?” I asked, gnashing my teeth as I watched him tense on the seat.
“He…”
“Move the table closer, Dixon,” I said to Dixon, making sure not to break eye contact with the guy in front of me.
“Yes, Your Majesty!” Dixon howled, the sounds of furniture hauling on the floor followed, and then, the sound stopped making me believe that the table was now at my service.
“Who is Eruba?” I asked again, this time I was the one who broke the eye contact first.
I moved my gaze to the table that was filled with tools and grabbed a thin snip. I smiled, moving it to his face so he would know what I was about to do to him.
“Tell me one lie and you will lose a leg. Tell me two and I will rip off your dick,” I grinned darkly, tracing the silver snip on his thigh, “If you tell me three lies, then I will stab your eyes, slowly until you lose your visual sense.” I chuckled, smiled wildly and then moved the snip off his thigh when I felt his heavy breath on my face.
“I do not know who Eruba is.” the guy cried out, struggling with the shackles as I moved the snip to his right thigh.
“Next time, you think deeply before you give a man like me a silly reply.” I stabbed the snip in his thigh, blood oozed out of the cut and he let out an ear blasting cry.
“Aargh! I swear I don’t know who the leader is.” he cried, his thighs shook terribly as I withdrew the thin snip off his thigh and stabbed it right back in his wound.
“Please stop!” the guy screamed out in pain, balls of sweat rolled down his face as he screamed for me to stop.
“You asked for this,” I smirked, watching his eyes roll back in as he tried to take in the pain, “You should have given me the right answer when I was been gentle with you.” I pulled the thin snip back out and made to stab it in his wound again when the guy screamed out in pain.
“Please hold on!” he whimpered, his voice came out in a horse and I withdrew my hand to hear what he had to say.
“I swear to the goddess, no one knows what the leader looks like. We only wait for orders from above, and we get to our task once it’s been given.” he cried out, tears rolling down his eyes as he spoke.
Huh, am I to free him after hearing such? I chuckled inwardly.
“Oh, dear,” I sighed, dropped the bloody spin on his trembling thighs and grabbed a pair of gloves from the table.
“You’re wasting both of our time, but it’s okay, you’re making it fun for me.” I slid my hand into the gloves and picked a bowl from the table.
“Stay still.” I sneered, watching him tremble in fear as I dipped my hand into the bowl, I grabbed a handful of wolfsbane elixir, mixed with sodium cyanide and poured it into his wound.
As I poured the chemical across the guy’s skin, he let out a bone-chilling howl of pain. His body quivered as the elixir took effect, his limbs flailing and his eyes rolling back into his head.
“Aargh!” His howls grew louder and more desperate, his voice cracking and hoarse from the agony he was experiencing.
He tried to curl in on himself, to escape the pain, but he could not move, his body held rigid by the shackles and he fell back to the iron chair.
“Your Majesty! Please let me go, Your Majesty!” he cried out in pain, he tried moving his right leg but he could not move it. I watched him with a sly grin on my face as he displayed such a sight.
“That’s for lying to me,” I uttered, taking the thin snip and placing it on the table.
“I…” he groaned, hissing loudly as the pain got more unbearable for him to take in, “I swear on the moon, I didn’t lie to you, Your Majesty!”
“I know, I know you were telling the truth, that’s why I am going easy on you.” I groaned and picked up a claw hammer.
“Your Majesty!” he gasped, seeing the claw sparkled through the room.
“Moving on to the next question.” I adjusted on my seat, grabbing his left thigh as he let out muffled cries.
“Eruba, why is he doing this?” I glared at him, and he shook his head, whimpering as he could not bring himself to say a word to me.
I scoffed, did he think that I would spare him if he decided to go mute? If that was his thought, then he lied.
“You have three seconds to answer my fucking question.” I barked at him, my chest burned as anger surged through me.
“I don’t know… I don’t know, Your Majesty!” He cried, balls of sweat had already formed in every part of his body as he wept bitterly.
“Thanks for making this hard for yourself!” I circled my fingers around the grip, raised the claw hammer and stabbed it into his dick that was laid on the chair.
It took him a second to realise what had happened. He sprang up from the chair and fell to the floor as blood flowed from the hole.
“Aaaaargh!” he screamed, his voice came out as a horse and I stood up from the seat.
“Bring in another captive!” I yelled out to Dixon who left the room almost immediately.
I walked up to the guy who was still groaning in pain on the floor, his blood had came damping the space he lay on.
“I have just one question left for you before I move on to the next person.” I gripped his hair and grabbed him up off the floor, together with the chair.
He panted heavily, his chest rose and fell uncontrollably as he moved his head from left to right, groaning in pain.
“Just kill me, Your Majesty!” he sobbed, tears streaming down his face as he tried to move his gaze to look at me.
The door opened and Dixon dragged in another guy, he threw him to the floor, the new guy fell to the floor at my feet and hastily moved far away from me.
“Just kill me already, Your Majesty and put a stop to this endless pain,” he begged, his lips quivering as he spoke.
“Kill you?” I knitted my brows, wondering where that was coming from. “Why should I kill you when I’m not done with you yet?” I scoffed, I plunged back into the seat and watched him cry in agony.
“I can’t… I can’t find an answer to your question, Your Majesty. Please just kill me at once and let me rest.” he choked on his words when I gripped tight at his neck, I tightened my fingers on his gullet and I watched him widen his eyes in shock.
“Then, let me grant you your wish,” I smirked, dipping my claws into his flesh and I watched as blood dropped from his eyes.
“If by any chance you meet Eruba in hell later, tell him you died while foolishly hiding his identity.” I gnashed my teeth and I dipped my claws deeper into the skin around his gullet.
His eyes widened as I forcefully took my hand out from his neck, pulling out his gullet along. He coughed, blood shot out of his mouth before dropping to the floor.
The chair made a loud noise as it collided with the tiled floor.
“Bring the next captive closer,” I yelled, falling back to the seat as anger surged through me.
It didn’t seem like I was ever going to get answers from the rogue and it hurt me like I had been pierced with a poisonous arrow.