"Didn't I tell you already? Only if he is satisfied can you have a chance to escape tonight?"
Don Diro muffled his scream until his lips were purple, sweat pooled down his temples, and his eyes were filled with terror.
Anson shook his head, exasperated, "Am I not threatening enough? Otherwise, why wouldn't you listen."
He waved his blood-covered hand. In his palm, he held a small ice pick he had picked up at some point. The silver tip was bright red, "Do you still want to lie?"
"No, no, I don't dare, " he looked at Selwynn earnestly, "Really, I just hesitated because I'm not sure myself."
Selwynn raised his trigger finger and stared with icy gray eyes, "Oh, then why don't you tell me what you do know."
Don Diro immediately answered this time,