"I have a few questions for you," Cassian said. A chair had been brought to him a while ago, and now, he sat with his legs crossed as if he was seated on a throne and not in a holding cell. "If you know what's best for you, answer properly."
"You think I will tell you anything?" the vampire spat. "Over my dead body."
"That can be arranged," Cassian said dryly. "But before that, I want answers, and I will get them from you."
A warrior walked in with a box similar to a first aid box. He sets it down beside Cassian, and he opens it. Inside, there were various surgical equipment.
Cassian glanced at the box and its content, and then he nodded his head before he returned his gaze to the vampire. "Here are the rules," the vampire glared. "If you refuse to answer a question or tell a lie, I will take a finger. You have twenty fingers, and I have all day."
"You…" the vampire wanted to speak, but a hard blow landed on the side of his face, and he bit his own tongue instead.
