"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
The man screamed.
It wasn't just pain—it was something deeper, something more primal.
The body knew when its core was being touched, when its very essence was being threatened.
Malik had learned that lesson the hard way... which was why he dug deeper.
"Don't care for begging. I care about answers."
The man's breath hitched, his body trembling violently.
"I—w-we were sent to—"
"Keep going."
Malik's fingers flexed, heat surging ever so slightly.
"A-attack the r-resistance—force them o-out of the village—m-make them run—"
Malik's eyes narrowed.
"And Layla?"
The man whimpered.
Malik leaned in, pressing his forehead against the man's.
"Tell me what you were going to do to her."
The man sobbed, the sound ugly.
"C-Corrupt her!"
Malik's stomach dropped, but his face remained impassive.
"Elaborate."
"A-A child of the East… the Dark Continent… She w-would spread it faster—w-we needed—"
"Who's we?"
Malik's fingers burned brighter.
