She Ignored their stare and drank till she was full. The woman's eyes were blank from pain, she didn't have the energy to cry out even when she was going through soul-crushing pain.
Her soul beast was feeling the same pain as her, it was growling painfully in her mind.
Cyra stopped, losing interest after having her fill. She dropped the tools and threw away her stained gloves, washing her hands under the tap, letting crimson stains flow down the drain.
She left the room, and behind her was silent except for the faint breathing of the people she had just tortured. They were broken, trembling, their eyes vacant, and their faces etched with horror and pain.
She didn't speak to them from start to finish and didn't ask for information. The torture had no purpose except for her satisfaction.
Outside the night was calm. The rain stopped, leaving the ground damp and soft beneath her feet.