The interrogation quickly lost any sense of urgency and, in a disturbingly appropriate way for a vampire ball, became part of the entertainment.
The musicians started playing again while the six werewolves remained suspended above a shallow pool of blood. Crimson chains bound their necks, wrists, and legs, servants resumed circulating with glasses, and some nobles were already quietly debating which prisoner would end up talking first.
Chysis kept hundreds of tiny blood needles inside the prisoners' wounds, sealing vessels whenever one of them started losing too much blood, while Mirella, Eleonora, Dahlia, and Nera seemed to be enjoying the entire situation far more than they should.
Victor, on the other hand, had already lost much of his interest in the torture.
Seated at the table, he turned the small device found on the invaders between his fingers while keeping his eyes on its structure.
From the outside, he simply looked distracted by something.
