"I… I will never talk!"
***
"There… there are hundreds of thousands of us just in this country alone…
…maybe even a million."
The man was wrong — he did talk. At first, Paragon ripped off one of his fingers; not cut, but he bent and tore it off like how one would do to chicken wings. But still, he refused to talk then… and so, Paragon killed another one of them… brutally.
Ripping her limbs one by one until she eventually died from her own screams.
And once again, Paragon returned to the man, this time… taking 2 fingers and ripping off all of the nails on his toes. Still, he refused to talk…
…that's when Paragon mowed his way through the rest of his comrades. And now, only he was left — his comrades, scattered and separated into a hundred pieces.
That's when he finally talked.
"How… how could you do this?" The man cried as he looked at the bodies of his dead comrades, "You would kill us for… for the humans!?"
