At some point Wisp fell unconscious. She didn't know how or why, but by the time she awoke she was in a tent, and her leg was chained to the ground. A man wearing a dirty old white suit stared at her in glee.
"So you're awake. I would prefer to keep this short and sweet. Answer my questions, and we will let you leave, alive."
The fact that he didn't chain her hands showed how little he feared her. Wisp lunged forward spitting on Boss's face. He wiped it off with a smile.
"You know you remind me of someone, have we met before." He asked.
"Fuck you!" She screamed.
"How barbarish. I invited you into my home, and that is the thanks I get." Boss clicked His tongue. "Vadlove can you take over for me?"
Boss left the tent, for a man that most would call ugly to enter. On the man's back was a short spear.
"Hey, old woman, it's time I show you what real torture is."
Wisp squirmed away from his hands.
"I'm not giving in to your shit, I have faced far stronger enemies, and survived far closer threats to my life."
"Think we're strong, don't we? As Aristotle once said, learning requires pain." On his waist band he pulled out a pair of pliers . "Now hold still and it won't hurt as bad."
A man appeared out of nowhere and held Wisp down.
"Stop." she screamed.
But he didn't stop, he moved like a serpent as if to show off his favorite toy. With one hand grabbing her wrist, the other placed the pliers on her finger nail.
"And a one, and a two." HE pulled. Wisp screamed and started to thrash around, but that only made it hurt worse. Her mind was racing. She thought of how to kill this man infront of her, but an image returned. The man in the white suit, his power was so far ahead of hers that she stood no chance. Slowly with much pain it came off. He placed the pliers on her next nail. "One little piggy went to the market." Vadlove hummed.
If Wisp thought the first one was bad, when he started pulling on the next she had to hold herself back from fainting. She bit the hand holding her, but the man only slightly pulled his arm away. The second one fell to the floor in a splatter of her own blood, it looked like a pool of crimson to Wisp as she grew dizzy.
"Two, Two, LIttle, Little, Piggys, Piggys, Went, Went, To, To, The, The, Market, Market." His words echoed in her head
He moved the pliers on to the next finger. "And a one, and a two, and a three, and a four."
He started ripping. Her eyes went hazy from the pain. "Please," she muttered.
"What was that?" He asked.
"Please go and fuck yourself." She said as she kicked him.
This made him mad, he stood up and kicked her in the face.
"That's not nice is it? Does it feel good to be kicked? Hmmm? Don't kick people. You insane bitch."