"Oh? You can still talk?" I said, tilting my head with mock surprise.
"Just you wait, bitch! You'll be dead meat once my companions ar—" His threat cut off in a garbled "arck!" as I flicked my wrist, unleashing another bolt of electricity without a second thought. The arc snapped from my fingertips, slamming into his chest and making his body buck against the rope. He convulsed violently, a guttural cry ripping from his throat—raw, animalistic—as the jolt fried his nerves anew, muscles seizing in erratic spasms.
I sent another jolt, fingers dancing with crackling energy, watching his back arch off the ground as the shock tore deeper. Then a third, stronger still, the air sizzling with ozone and the sharp tang of singed cloth. His cries devolved into pitiful whines, then outright pleas, begging me to stop. But I didn't stop there.
"I'll tell you... why I wanted... that pendant," he finally whimpered, the words barely audible between ragged gasps, his chest heaving as he slumped.
