~Rafe~
Blood covers my hands and my clothes. It is a bright, sickening red. Torturing people is always messy. Even though I have done this for many years, it never gets cleaner.
Unlike Sucre who has been trained since childhood to be poised, just, and kingly, my training has consisted of more hands-on work. The art of torture and assassination made up much of my education. And due to this unique and extensive training I've received, I am very good at what I do.
However, it seems I'm not very good when it comes to the man cowering on the dungeon floor before me. It's been days. I've beaten this man to a bloody pulp, and what have I learned in return?
Nothing.
To say that I'm pissed would be an understatement.
