"AAAAAAH! PLEASE, STOP! I BEG YOU!"
The scream echoed off the stone walls of the room, bouncing from surface to surface until the sound blended with the sobs of the man who had produced it.
"Shh, shh, shh," said a feminine voice in a tone so soft and delicate it seemed completely out of place in that context. "There's no need to scream like that… if you want me to stop, you just have to tell me what I want to know."
The man was breathing in ragged gasps.
His body was soaked in sweat, his wrists raw from the friction of the ropes binding him to the chair.
His clothes were torn in several places, and his face was a mess of tears, snot, and dried blood.
"I… I already told you everything I know," the man said in a broken voice barely audible between his own heaving breaths. "I swear… I don't know anything else…"
