"D-damn it...!"
"Want the pain to stop? Well, you can, it's simple, really...all you need to do is answer my questions, and your torture will end," Remarked Jules icily.
"G-go to hell, b-bitch! I will not sell out my comrades to the likes of you! You and your siblings have ruined the name of the Royal family and Nobility, I have nothing to say to treacherous scum like you! You'll come to regret this soon en-...arghh!" He began, before crying out as the Enslavement Collar triggered another wave of pain through his body, spasms erupting across his skin as he tensed up sharply on agony.
It was the 23rd of March, 1919, the day after the meeting, and Jules was currently in the middle of continuing her fruitless interrogation of the individual whom Ravella had captured.
Despite her best efforts, he adamantly refused to budge, bearing the pain he was being put through and staying firmly loyal to his allies.
