[i]Interrogation of Mimsy[/i]

[i]Why couldn't they give me someone who wasn't daft and was easily afraid of torture!?[/i] The Gnome thought to himself as he paces the chamber, while he picked up his chain with meat-hooks. The Gnome walked up to the subdued Mimsy as he glanced at him. "You were spotted earlier by the Guardsman Ferris, and various citizens capturing and taking a subdued Elric, while under the orde-" 

Mimsy spoke up, "Boss!" The Gnome glared at Mimsy, "Yes. Why did you target this individual." Mimsy answered without skipping a beat, "Because Boss said so!" The Gnome paused as he walked around behind Mimsy and glanced at his left palm as he delved the hook deep within its flesh, as the wound began dripping with blood. "More specific... Now- Why aren't you screaming?" The Gnome asked rather annoyed, his baritone voice reaching a cracking point. 

Mimsy paused for a moment before answering, "Because when I was a boy, Ma would say to show strength in the face of danger! And Boss encouraged that! ...So! While it does hurt a lot, and I mean it gives lots of ouchies, I can't show uh, fear."

The Gnome's face contorted into a devilish grin. [i]Well I suppose if he broke I wouldn't have a good plaything.[/i] The Gnome chuckled, "Oh good, I now have a motivation to get past your idiocy. Because, whenever I encounter someone who willingly suppresses their own fear, all I see is a new toy for me that I haven't broken." 

Mimsy paused as the Gnome delved the hook in deeper as it now scrapped against the bones within. "That sounds mean." The Gnome cackled, "Kids are cruel, and I am very in touch with my inner child. So to speak."