"You think you know what pain is, Princess?" My voice came out drenched in delight as I watched pain paint her gorgeous face. "You think you know what it means to hurt and suffer?" I twisted her broken ankles and she collapsed over me, so I turned switched us again, pinning her down. "You know nothing," I spit with a maniac grin, "you have no bloody idea of what it means to be in pain, so let me teach you a thing or two of what I've been through, Princess."
Twisting her wrists further, I felt my magic being projected out of my body, as if to avoid anyone else from coming into my personal space. Then I made her scream louder, without tearing my gaze away from her teary eyes, twisting it in an ugly angle until I heard another crack. Descending my hands down her forearm, I gripped them tight and broken them to match her wrists.
"Admit that you are weak," I purred, "say you lost and I'll let you go."
"I... didn't lose," she cried, shaking with pain.
