"Oh? You can still talk?"
"Just you wait b!tch! You'll be dead meat once my companions ar- arck!"
With a flick of her wrist, she unleashed another bolt of electricity, watching as it coursed through the Rogue's body. He convulsed violently, a guttural cry escaping his lips as the shock tore through him. But Remillia didn't stop there.
She sent another jolt, then another, each one stronger than the last. The Rogue's cries turned into pitiful whines and pleas as the pain became unbearable. He begged her to stop, his voice cracking with desperation, but Remillia was unmoved. The power she wielded, the sheer dominance she felt—it was exhilarating.
"I'll tell you... why I wanted... that pendant," the Rogue whimpered, his voice barely audible between gasps of pain.
She stopped and looked at him, "Speak."
"O-one of our clients... paid us a hefty sum in order... to steal the Pomellus' Pendant..."
"Oh? And who's this client of yours?"
