[quote=@Fionraella] Ptelea tries to pull her feet away as he squeezes her ankles. She whimpers, tears rolling down her cheeks. She sniffles and looks at her wrist and begins crying. "R...Rosey..." She sobs, shaking fearfully as she watches the old man. Nothing made sense...Rosey was supposed to help her, save her from this evil man hurting her. But Ptelea felt betrayed..Ambrose wasn't there. Ambrose had let that man hurt her hand. Would Ambrose help her now...? She looks at the old man. "P...please." She whimpers. "please stop!" Ambrose pales at seeing the wire. "Oh shit.." He whispers, shivering. He gulps, then bites his lip nervously. He hesitates before hanging his head in shame. He thought of his groupmates back in the forest. How could he give them up to this man, who would do unknown horrors to his friends? But then he thought of his sister, who looked up to him, who by sitting her watching her suffer, was doing nothing to stop her pain. He gulps, and looks at the guard as much as it pained him to do so. "You're right...I'...I've let this go on long enough..." He whispers, looking away and squeezing his eyes shut for a moment before looking up at the guard once again with as much strength as he can manage. "I'll tell the old man everything I can...I can't watch my sister suffer anymore..." His stomach churns as he thought of how he could save his sister and not betray his groupmates. He could figure that out when he came to talk to the old man about whatever he wished to know...right now he just had to help his sister. [/quote] The Boss winds the wire about Ptelea's ankles, just tightly enough to make blood flow a slight problem. "Don't worry, Ptelea," he coos to her, "this won't take away your feet straight away. We'll come back to it, you know? It might just be slightly uncomfortable for the time being." He glances over at his notebook. "A cut to the tongue next, isn't it?" He takes a scalpel from his pile of tools and then clamps his hand on her chin. "Open wide, my dear. The dentist just wants to see your pearly whites!" The guard let out a sigh of relief and went to grab his radio. "I think you've made the right choice, mate." He clicks a few buttons on the radio. Then his face goes pale. "Oh. Oh no." He desperately clicks the buttons harder. "How could I... How could I forget to charge this?!" He looks to the screen and Ptelea's struggles.