Cole had two elves held up by their ears and flayed skin, ravaging one of them. The other elf was moaning in pain as Cole' movements caused the ropes binding them together in the air to move. With every movement, their skin tore a little more. Salem's anger had turned his whole self cold. In that moment he wanted nothing more to kill that man.
Ignoring a system notification, Salem made a series of sawblades for Cole. Salem wanted to see him suffer. Using the sawblades, he severed Cole's arms and legs. Opening the door, he walked through and got the elves down from their grotesque prison. After doing so, he created a blueprint for the elves' cells to assist them in healing. Doing so prevented them from having too many scars. Only after he verified that they were okay, did he turn to the bleeding Cole.
He silently made a scalpel out of nanomachines and knelt next to Cole. His anger had blotted out his remorse. Taking the scalpel, he ran the sharp edge down Cole's stomach and towards his groin. Salem glanced at the two elves who were sitting and recuperating he waved to get their attention and jerked his head towards Cole.
They were too covered in blood to tell them apart, so he labeled the left and right for now.
The left one glanced at Cole slightly sadistically and said "Are you offering for us to watch?"
Salem nodded, pleased that they were able to easily understand him.
Once they positioned themselves so they could watch, Salem began castrating Cole as slowly as he could.
Cole had been panicking from the beginning but when the scalpel went towards his groin, he had passed out. Now, when he felt the pain of his testicles he awoke sharply and began to beg.
"Pleasepleasepleaseplease don't castrate me! I'll do anything you want! If you repair my body I'll give you even more! Just please, please, let me go!" His begging seemed to please the elves. Their smiles grew wider and wider as the scalpel bit deeper and deeper. After about five minutes, Salem grew bored of slowly castrating Cole, so he ended the last half inch with a little flick and a subtle flourish before recycling the scalpel to replenish his psyche.
Salem glanced at the elves hoping that they'd get the question he had. They just stared back, waiting for him to speak. Once again using his nanobots, he recreated the blackboard and chalk to communicate with them.
[In a fire, my vocal cords have been cooked to perfection. So, I'm mute. I wanted to ask if you desired to continue his punishment.]
"No, just kill him and be done with it." The one on the right said.
The left one agreed. "After killing him, I hope we can all escape from this Saints-forsaken place."
Nodding, Salem stood and crushed Cole's skull beneath his boot, turned and walked out of the room with them. Seeing all the dead bodies, they didn't seem surprised in the least. They even gave a speech.
"This man has come to set us free. He has killed our captors and torturers. Today we can escape."
Salem looked at all of them and made a zip-your-lips gesture. Each of them understood this and followed him out of the warehouse, and onwards towards freedom.