Mason Grunted. He refused to make eye contact with Malcolm. The blood was dripping out of his wound.
"I know you are working with someone. So tell me Mason, who is it?" Malcolm prepared his things.
There were things like Tonsil Guillotines too Osteotomes.
"No one." He said. "You and I both know that your lying. So, why don't you just tell me, before I jab this into your spine!" Malcolm grew easily frustrated as he held a knife.
"I'm not telling anything to a bastard like you!" Mason yelled.
"Your right. You'll have to spell it out once I rip your tongue off!" Malcolm took a knife and stabbed it into Mason's shoulder.
"AHHH!!" He screamed again.
Malcolm chuckled. He pulled it out in a fast motion.
"That's not a pretty view." He exclaimed.
"Tell me what I want to know." Malcolm stayed calm.
Mason struggled to speak. "I w-will not tell yo- you anything!"
"Looks like we're doing this the hard way." He smirked. "Do what you want to me. You still be nothing but a little bitch!" He yelled.
"No need for swearing. You'll get a mouth full of soap." Malcolm flipped through some files and then looked up at him.
"You sold drugs? How pathetic. You're nothing but a street rat. I despise people like you. Ruining people's lives to get a buck out of it." Malcolm exclaimed.
"You're talking." Mason smiled. He finally looked up at Malcolm's cold expression. "You turned someone into a freak! A monster that no one will love. It's all your fault."
"Stop talking!" Malcolm growled. He set aside the files and grabbed some black pliers. He looked at Mason with trapped anger boiling to the surface.
Quickly enough, he put the pliers in his mouth attaching it to his front tooth.
As hard as he could, he yanked the tooth out. The blood poured out of his mouth making it splatter to the ground.
He closed his eyes tightly as he endured the pain.
He tried to hold his voice in as all the blood came rushing out. He coughed some of it out, but there was still plenty left. He looked up at Malcolm in despise.
"You're in such a vulnerable state to say things like that. Are you really trying to piss me off?" Malcolm put the bloody tooth into a plastic bag.
"I hate you." Mason said in a sharp voice.
"We can agree to hate each other but that doesn't change to subject. Stay on topic. Now, I know it wasn't you who kidnapped Kai, but you do work with the person who did. Both of you will be paying for what you did. Now tell me, who the hell that person is!" Malcolm shouted.
Mason was silent.
"Would you rather me torture it out of you or tell me and you die a slow painful death. But ether way, you're not leaving this place alive." Malcolm said.
"It would be a lot easier for the both of us if you picked option two. So, just stop being so stubborn." He added.
"I can't."
"You won't." Malcolm corrected him.
He punched Mason in the face so hard that it made his knuckles bleed. But he wasn't phased by it.
Mason's nose dripped out blood.
"Great, now you got blood all over my floor." Malcolm looked to the cold, bloody ground.
Mason started to see black from all the blood loss.
His eyes were getting heavy.
Malcolm slapped him again. "Don't do that! I can't have you dying yet!" He yelled.