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Eva slowly made her way into the dungeons beneath the House of Questions. Finally, she was getting somewhere in this whole Ouroboros mess. She passed the cell where they held the blackmailed servant. Such an unimportant person and such valuable information he gave them. A traitor still. No matter what his reasons were, providing his master’s military secrets to stranger is treason, even if he didn’t know anything about the Ouroboros.

When she got to the right cell, she was almost trembling with expectation. She is going to get some new information today, one way or another. The man behind the door was a huge disappointment. He looked drunk and reeked of vomit. [color=9e0039]“You sure you got the right one?”[/color] she asked Garret, who was silently standing behind the prisoner. 

He just nodded. [b]“Not many men with such funny names.”[/b]

Eva lifted her eyebrow. So many words from him in one sentence. [color=9e0039]“Well, let’s see.”[/color] With those words she turned to Josie, who was still gagged. [color=9e0039]“We don’t have much time, as I believe you have a certain… appointment to attend,”[/color] she said to him. [color=9e0039]“Now, you have probably already figured out what I want.”[/color] The man nodded vigorously and muffled something through the gag. [color=9e0039]“To be clear, I don’t want just the information you stole, but I also want you to lead us to your contact, do you understand that?”[/color] Josie’s face became hesitant. That was good. He could clearly lead her to someone he was afraid of more than a very imminent threat of torture. 

She smiled slightly, her eyes remaining cold. [color=9e0039]“As I said, we don’t have much time,”[/color] she nodded to Edward and he handed her a cleaver. [color=9e0039]“This is my go-to tool, when I don’t have much time. It is surprisingly… convincing.”[/color] She lifted the cleaver in front of the prisoner, so he could take a proper look on it, his eyes widening in fear. [color=9e0039]“The question remains, are you a leftie, or a rightie?”[/color] Josie desperately tried to say something through the gag. [color=9e0039]“Actually, why don’t you choose, Garret?”[/color]

Her assistant untied one of Josie’s hands and held it on the table. The man was trying to scream now and shook his head in terror. [color=9e0039]“You want to know a secret, Josie? EVERYONE starts saying things when they see something sharp around them. The problem is, most of those things simply aren’t true. So I will spare you the effort of making up any lies, and we will jump straight to you telling the truth. Because if I hate something, it’s LIES.”[/color] With the last word she swung the cleaver against his fingers. Josie screamed and tried to move away, but Garret didn’t let him move an inch. The cleaver got stuck in the table, just at the tip of Josie’s little finger, barely scratching his fingernail.

The man sighed with relief, when he realized she didn’t hurt him. [color=9e0039]“Yea, maybe I am just messing with you. Maybe I wouldn’t really hurt any law-abiding citizen, right?”[/color] She asked in a sweet tone, while freeing the cleaver from the table. [color=9e0039]“But then again, you hardly are a law-abiding citizen, are you?”[/color] Still looking him in the eyes, she swung the cleaver again, removing half of his little finger.

It took him almost a second to realize what happened and start screaming. [color=9e0039]“Now listen to me,”[/color] she leaned across the table and grabbed his face with her free hand, lifting the cleaver up again, [color=9e0039]“there is no nice way for you out of this. You will either tell me everything and do everything I say, in which case you will be hanged for treason. Or you will lie or try to screw us up, in which case I will come to this cell every single day and chop a small part of your body off. Understood?”[/color] Josie nodded desperately, his eyes fixed on the blood stain and part of his finger on the table.

[color=9e0039]“So, where is the information you were supposed to sell to your contact?”[/color] She nodded on Garret and he removed prisoner’s gag.

[b]“In my wallet, I put it in my wallet!”[/b] Josie yelled immediately. 

Eva looked at Edward, eyebrow raised in question. [b]“He didn’t have anything with him,”[/b] he shook his head.

[color=9e0039]“Wrong answer.”[/color] Cleaver swung again and removed the rest of the finger.

Josie screamed in pain. [b]“I am not lying, I swear I had it in my wallet. I had it when I went into the Ale House.”
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[color=9e0039]“The Ale House? Send some people there, tell them to find it at all costs,” [/color]Eva said to Edward. [color=9e0039]“Try to bring the owner back alive though, I might have some questions for her. Now, I would like to know everything about this contact of yours.”[/color]

It took one more finger before Eva was finally satisfied with the answers. She ordered Garret to patch up Josie’s wound and take him to see his contact. Along with a squad of armed man to capture the suspect.

Eva remained in the cell for some time after everyone else had left, massaging her knee to remove at least some of the stiffness. She was satisfied and couldn’t wait for the return of her men.