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'I think an example will be necessary,' the Inquisitor nodded. With that, Alexandra strolled over to the heretic on the ground, kneeling in front of him outside of his grabbing range. He attempted to spit at her, failing for distance. Usually, she was kindly, though the helmet often proposed otherwise; for this foe, she felt no such kindness.

'I'm going to be your Hospitaller today,' she spoke to him, somewhat coldly even without the helmet deepening her tone. 'Most of the tools I am about to show you are not designed to hurt, but to heal. That I can turn them to pain quite readily ought to make you scared of me.'

'Piss off, Throne bitch!'

'You're making things worse for yourself.' She showed him her chirurgeon's tools, flicking out her index finger to show off first the mono-edge knife, then the chain-knife attached to it. 'These two knives are designed for cutting through flesh and armour respectively. The former is quite capable of slicing chunks of flesh off of your body as needed. The latter will just turn your flesh to bloody pulp.'

'Go fuck yourself.'

'Next item, then.' Next, she extended her middle finger, and the needle stored within the end joint. 'This is typically used to inject anaesthetic during surgery. It can also inject much worse substances. Have you ever heard of Groxrush before?'

'I don't care, bitch.'

'It's a combat stimulant, designed to make the user as aggressive and fearless as an unlobotomised Grox without nullifying their intellect. Restraining somebody on this stim is apparently a horrible experience on account of excessive overstimulation.'

'When are you going to go away, bitch?'

'When you're cooperative. Next item.' She stuck her thumb out, showing off the gauze on the pad. 'This is used to debride burnt skin - remove it to prevent infection, that is. It's got a similar effect on perfectly healthy skin. Either way, it's exceptionally painful without anaesthetic.'

'You think your words are going to make me talk, you slut? They're as empty as your cu-'

She cut him off by grabbing the index finger of his right hand and snapping it back against itself, eliciting a scream of pain and shock. She hated casual violence like that, but considering the situation, she felt a limit to how much abuse he could try flinging back at her should be set. Before he could say anything else, she grabbed the finger she'd just broken and brought out the mono-scalpel.

'I'll start with your nails, and we can work our way up from there. Oooone...'

The knife practically glided through the flesh beneath the nail of his finger, separating the two with practiced ease. Not entirely, though. The nail remained attached at the cuticle, just so that she was able to bend it back enough to splinter the keratin, before jabbing the jagged edge into raw, bleeding flesh, only to messily yank the nail out at the root and through the already-damaged meat.

'Are you ready to talk?' Alexa asked the screaming cultist, tossing the nail aside.

'G-g-g-g-go fffff-'

'Twooooo...'

Again she grabbed a finger, this time the right ring finger. She considered for half a second breaking it like the first, but felt that would be unnecessary. Again, the knife pierced under the nail, slowly into the middle this time, so the suspect could savour the agony. This time, she pushed it straight through and out of his flesh on the other side of the nail, then used her knife as a lever to slowly prise the nail off, tearing it away with a lot more flesh and blood to boot. She let the mass slide off the blade and to the floor in front of the man's face.

'You have eighteen more of those, and worse to come after they're gone. You are only going to make yourself suffer more by staying quiet. Are you ready to talk?'

'Nnnnh... n-never! Immortality Through Faith, brothers!'

And then something in his mouth clicked. Alexa's immediate thought was some form of poison pill, hidden in his tooth until now and broken into to kill him. An easily prevented death. What actually happened was... well, to put it lightly, Alexa had never seen a person's skull light up from the inside like that until today. In a fraction of a second, the man's eyeballs boiled, the bubbling liquid inside spilling as his corpse slumped forward, along with molten brain fluid that forced Alexa to leap back from the sudden heat.

She stood then, her chirurgeon's tools put away for the time being, and muttered 'We're going to need another heretic, sir. Do any nearby draw your attention?' Frankly, there was nothing she could have done to stop whatever had just happened... but she was nonetheless enraged, both with herself for failing to get any instantly-meaningful information, and with the dead heretic for implying one could achieve immortality through any means other than the God-Emperor. This failure would require penance later on.

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