I'm not sure how many times I killed him… But I think it was nearing the one hundred mark since I started experimenting on how many different ways I could break someone's limbs before they die.
Anyway… I decided to actually do what I came here for and started interrogating him.
"Hey, I got some questions for you."
"Ple… Please… Sto… Stop… I… I beg you…" He moaned, a dead look in his eyes.
Come on… I only tortured you for a while, you're exaggerating.
I gave him another slap on his face and wrung his neck, "Wake up you bastard. Or do you want me to shove that sword of yours up your ass again?"
He immediately covered his face with his hands, "No!! No, please!! I'll do anything!! Please stop!!"
"Then you better start answering my questions, got it? Or this time I wouldn't even stop after the hilt."
"I'll talk! I'll answer anything you want!! Please… No more!!"
