–Twuuck–
A bloody tooth clattered onto the dirt, spinning once before settling in a sticky pool of spit and blood. The man it had belonged to screamed, his voice letting out a raw, animal wail that scraped against the clothed tent. His head sagged forward, ropes biting deep into his swollen wrists, that were already starting to spill blood.
"Where is the secret passage?" The torturer's voice was as steady and flat as before, as though he were reciting prayers rather than carving answers from flesh.
The man could not believe what was happening.
War was supposed to be a game for the lords, not this...
"I–mphf–I don'fhh know!" The garrison commander tried to speak through the ruin of his mouth, the words twisted by missing teeth and a tongue thick with blood.
The torturer leaned in closer, expression blank, and gestured to the iron pincers warming on the brazier. A servant placed them in his hand. The tool hissed faintly as it was pulled from the coals, smoke rising like incense.
