[quote=@Fionraella] Ptelea cries at the wire around her ankles. She whimpers and clamps her mouth shut at the mention of her tongue. She tries to pull her face away, shaking her head, tears streaming down her cheeks. Ambrose jumps to his feet. "The hell?! I just agreed to tell you everything and you can't even help my sister stop suffering?!" He snaps, turning back to the monitor. He growls and grabs the guards shirt. "We have to go there now and stop him!" [/quote] "My dear, quit acting like a child," The Boss chides at Ptelea's struggles. He wrenches her mouth open by pulling her chin down with one hand and quickly grabbing at her tongue. Once it's in his hand he cuts a slit in the middle. The wound is small but deepened from the way the old man's hand shook as it cut her. Blood began to well out into her mouth. "That looks like it hurt a little!" He drops the scalpel and pulls something out from his pocket. It's a lemon sherbet, already unwrapped. "Your big brother wasn't accepting of the comfort of a lolly. I'm sure you'll be much more grateful than him." He pushes the acidic candy on to the cut. The guard carefully pried Ambrose's fingers from his shirt. "Okay, I get it! Don't worry, we'll go to her now!" He opens up the door.