17 Who's Torturing Who?

Damanos didn't mind torture it was a job he was good at. He would make the witch called Tisaine spill her plot. She was tied down now. He raked his claws against the stone she was on sharpening them slightly. He let his fangs grow a little. She laid on the slab. She was beautiful he thought to himself. He felt she looked quite comfortable for the position she was in. He didn't bother covering her mouth. She could not enchant him here. The torture chambers were in the heart of the castle where the old magic was the strongest. The witch was taller then Mira and but curvy like her with angry honey colored eyes and she smelled amazing. Damanos licked his fangs and his dark eyes clouded over for a moment. No he told himself he wouldn't get distracted. He would find out what these witches were plotting.

"How did you rally that rebellion?" Damanos asked calmly.

"I didn't. I am an opportunist." She answered. If Damanos was calm Tisaine was calmer.

"Who are you?"

"I am of the coven yours have stolen from Damanos."

"So you know me, your kin claims to not know you." Tisaine scowled at him her honey eyes swam with a silver lavender color. She couldn't believe this a******. His family stole Mira and he had the nerve to rub it in her face. She made an effort to jump off the slab and kill him but it was futile.

"Of course she doesn't know me j******, you have stolen her from me! Your parents have taken what does not belong to them!" She spat. Her heartbeat told Damanos she believed what she was saying, but he didn't have encounters with witches so he couldn't be sure. He dug his claws into the puncture wound on her shoulder to see if he could catch her heart falter. She muffled a scream and continued to glare at him. Damanos didn't mind the glare but the pain in her eyes bothered him, not only the pain he inflicted but the pain she claimed to have from being robbed of her sister. "What is wrong Damanos, is it hard to admit your family are true devils, that the god Amiy himself would be disgusted by you?" He looked at her trying not to give away his awe. You would think she was interrogating him. He retracted his claws and looked into her eyes. She glared at him. She accused him of lying with just an expression. He knew he should continue torturing her, that he had not even scratched the surface of what he needed from her but he could not physically continue to hurt her. His evil was tearing away at him as if to punish him for hurting her. What was happening? Is this how the little witch made Lanthier feel? He had to be strong and protect his family. He couldn't let her enchant him.

"Hear me witch, I do not know what you speak of. You will reveal your plot and any coconspirators to me. I will protect my family from you and your kin." She hated that she believed the handsome prince. She couldn't stand that he seemed to know of what she was talking about. With that he left her. She was turned away from him angry tears streaming down her face.