"So, you thought you might get away with it? How many of our secrets did you communicate with your supiriors anyway?"
Raktus sat on the edge of his desk a small dagger in hand, a tall and normaly brutally handsome man sat in front of him, his face bruised and beaten from hours of slow torture. Tarus fett stood in the back of the room, watching as his bounty faced the fruits of his trechery."Still not answering eh?"FWESH!
The dagger implanted itself directly in his hand as he let out a shriek of pain. blood slowly trickling out over the wound."I really must admire your resolve, but know this, your not leaving this room alive, so either you die a slow and painful death right here, or you can answer me now and this will all be over just like that"[i]He illustrated his point by snaping his fingers in the gentlemans face...

"Still unwilling to talk eh?..."He leaned forwards into the mans face, placing his hand over the hilt of the dagger for leverage"Mister, I suggest you start talking"He griped down on the hilt of the dagger, twisting it in his hand, a quiet crunching sound being heard just below the mans shriek of pain. Looking down at his handiwork, he saw a rather large hole had been made in the mans hand."You know, the brain usually puts limits on how much pain impulses it can recieve from the body before shutting down. But dont you worry, we'd never let that happen, not at least until you tell us what we want to know..."[i]The man sat there grimfaced as ever, though he didnt seem to be strugling against the bounds like one thought he would have been.

Lleaning forward he used the tip of the dagger to pop the buttons of his shirt of one by one, exposing his chest to the room. he slowly ran the edge of the dagger up and down his chest, looking into the mans eyes, until he slowly made an inscion just below the clavice leading down to just above his belly button. the cut was deep enough that a line of blood began to form and trickle down his belly, but not enough to penetrate the layer of muscle above his insides. Licking the blood off the blade he leaned down to the mans face, speaking softly.."Now you can tell im serious, so why dont you simply tell me your employers name?"[i]Still nothing...
Raktus slid a finger down the long cut he had made in the man, then a most evil look overtook his face as he slid his finger under the skin of the mans chest, then another, and another till he had all his fingers in his skin but just above his muscle, tearing away at the connecting flesh between them, he soon had one bloody hand running against the inside of his skin.
Tarus quickly stepped forwards, injecting the mans arm with an unknown substance, something that would keep him alive through the pain, not for very long, but long enough to tell them what they needed to know, hopefully...