Lena had to give the man credit, he was holding out much longer than she expected. Thirty minutes and most people would've been ready to give away even their most private personal details.
The man in front of her however hardly even screamed. Not to say he didn't make any noise to indicate pain. He just didn't make the noises the princess expected him. Experience told her that the gag she'd put back in place hardly ever kept the noise down once they really started screaming.
However, compared to when she first entered the room, the man hardly looked recognizable. His face had swelled up to a decent size from her blows and blood caked almost every inch of the little clothes he had left.
Taking things slowly, Lena pulled over a chair to sit as she observed the other. The humidity in the room caused the blood on her skin to remain moist. Mixed with sweat, it gave her skin a red-tinted gleam.
