Ryder had the man's neck in his hand, and he had just cut the man's right hand in half in length.
Ryder watched the man's face that was filled with agony.
"Scream. Scream all you want. Now that people are already dead, I have all the time I need to have fun with you and make sure that you feel pain worse than death," Ryder muttered as he changed his hand and caught the man's next with his other hand and switched the knife to the hand that was holding the man's neck.
"So, do you want to do yourself a favor and answer me whatever I ask, or you want me to go on?" He asked as he made the pointy end of the knife touch the left elbow of the man.
"D-don't do it. I'll tell you everything," the man said as he stopped Ryder. He was already in extreme agony because of his right hand. He didn't want to go through the same pain again.
"Good. So tell me. Why did the bombs go off so fast? Weren't they supposed to blast at ten?" Ryder asked the man.
