"Gotta say, didn't think this guy would be such a tough nut to crack. Come on, you lowlife piece of shit, start talking already. Answer our questions, you bastard," I sighed wearily, as I used my blood in the shape of a carving knife and slowly peeled the skin off his left forearm.
"Y-you can do wh-whatever you w-want to me, you d-damned Freaks...I won't say a word, I-I won't give you the satisfaction of breaking me!" He declared loudly as he struggled to keep himself from crying out, his voice trembling in pain as he glared at us defiantly.
Tch, this is starting to piss me off. How the hell is this guy mentally strong enough to bear such brutal torture?