Again and again, Zerath struck him. Each time Amon tried to curl up, Zerath forced him back up.
Each time he begged, Zerath laughed. Each time he denied knowing anything, Zerath punished him more.
The demon's voice was calm throughout it all. "So?" Zerath asked between strikes. "Anything new come to mind?"
Amon shook his head weakly, tears mixing with sweat.
"I don't know… please…"
Zerath sighed dramatically. "How disappointing."
He grabbed Amon by the collar and lifted him slightly off the ground. His blood made a trail across the carpet on the ground.
"You humans break too easily," he said. "But don't worry."
He leaned closer, whispering into Amon's ear, his voice cold and evil.
"We have plenty of time."
Zerath threw Amon back onto the metal surface inside the cage.
"I'll leave you here for now," he said. "Think carefully." He turned away, walking toward the tent exit.
"Next time," Zerath added over his shoulder, "I won't be this gentle. Hehehe~"
The tent flap closed.
