Back in the castle, Michael stood outside a room with the glass between him and the prisoners. Gaya put all three prisoners in the same room and tied them in a chair. Her white robes were drenched in blood. The blood wasn't hers but the prisoners'. Gaya showed them no mercy. The ground beneath them was littered with nails, teeth, pieces of flesh, and blood. Unfortunately, no matter how many ribs she broke, nails she pulled out, and teeth she knocked out, the prisoners didn't agree to give them information by writing. After three hours of nonstop torture, Gaya grew tired of it and stormed out of the room.
"I hate to say it, Michael, but they are not going to break," said Gaya.
