The floor of the white room was now drenched with Liam's blood.
The Warden ticks his tongue.
"Surely you're a tough one, you aren't called the black Ghoul for no reason" he comments impressed.
They had been on this for days and Liam haven't said a word consigning his organisation, going and coming back only to meet him stronger for the next torture.
"Gonna take a little more than that to break me" Liam said weakly, his body and face held cuts and bruises, they healed but very slowly almost like he wasn't healing at all and the pain was unbearable, it was like he was back to being human again.
"The sound of your voice isn't so convincing" The Warden said in amusement, knowing he at least weakened him but not enough for him to talk. He sighs, knowing very well no matter what he does to him, it won't hold any effect.
"If you won't say anything then you will be sentenced to death as per plan" he states.
Liam flinched at his words.
