"What do you want from us?" Savine asked tonelessly.
"…"
Boss stared at her, a cold gleam in his eyes.
"Don't tell me you're wasting our time just to act violently?"
"Tell me about your family situation."
"I've told you, but you refused to believe me," Savine sighed.
"There's no point lying at this point. Tell the truth," Boss said flatly. "If you don't know, we can only wring it out of you through other means."
"Oh, I'm quite intrigued. What other means might you have in mind?"
"Noble bitches start speaking after a few rounds with the gang," one snickered.
"Some tougher bitches last a little longer. But they eventually fold after we get serious!"
"The toughest bitches, though, they need some carving."
"You'll never know you're a into some shit until you hear one screaming and wailing as you draw art on their faces."
