Javier grabbed Hanarak's hair, yanking his head back and leaning his golden knight's face close to his, the eyes glowing a menacing red.
"You're lucky my father commanded me to bring you to him alive."
His grip tightened, making Hanarak flinch and wince in pain, his scalp burning under the iron hold.
"If it were up to me, you would suffer in ways you can't even imagine. You would beg for death, but I would never let you die. I would keep you alive, just to watch you break, piece by piece."
He sneered before standing up slowly, dragging Hanarak by the hair as he stumbled helplessly.
"There are countless methods of torture I could use on you, methods you've never even heard of. Flaying, peeling your skin layer by layer while keeping you conscious. Crushing, slowly breaking every bone in your body without killing you. Pressing, stacking weights on your chest until you can barely breathe, then removing them just before you suffocate, only to start again."
