The dark chamber was filled with chilling sounds as the Fairy King Oberon began his methodical, torture process.
Despite his usual levity, Oberon was known for his expertise in extracting information.
It was an art form for him, a choreography of pain and fear moved to the rhythm of his subjects' heartbeats.
"Listen, human." Oberon began, his voice as soft as the fluttering of a moth's wings, deceptively gentle.
"I don't enjoy this any more than you do, but well, a King's got to do what a King's got to do."
He snapped his fingers, and vines ensnared the captive's limbs, pulling them taut until his body was completely stretched out, pinned against the cold stone wall.
The Fairy King then summoned a tendril of magical energy, wrapping it around his hand like a whip.
The stranger grimaced, but his eyes reflected his determination.
