Caim locked his jaw at Farfarello's words, still struggling even as the man started moving again. A brief rest before turning to torture, was it? He could only wonder what this demon had in store for him.
"This may hurt a little."
Crack.
Caim shut his eye and wrenched his whole body with the sudden sharp pain. It wasn't that bad (yet), but this would be no torture he'd expected; hell, he'd expected to die a bloody mess on the ground before a thousand enemy soldiers, not in some tiny room with a psychopathic demon crouched on his chest snapping his fingers. When the second finger broke, he bucked hard once, trying to upset Farfarello's balance; the third gave a similar reaction. At the fourth, Caim finally opened his mouth, lashing out in an attempt to bite Farfarello somewhere where it would hurt and failing miserably.
His hand was wracked with pain, but he still managed to keep himself in check. Caim struggled against the hands with his thumb and wrist, trying to at least make it difficult.
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"This may hurt a little."
Crack.
Caim shut his eye and wrenched his whole body with the sudden sharp pain. It wasn't that bad (yet), but this would be no torture he'd expected; hell, he'd expected to die a bloody mess on the ground before a thousand enemy soldiers, not in some tiny room with a psychopathic demon crouched on his chest snapping his fingers. When the second finger broke, he bucked hard once, trying to upset Farfarello's balance; the third gave a similar reaction. At the fourth, Caim finally opened his mouth, lashing out in an attempt to bite Farfarello somewhere where it would hurt and failing miserably.
His hand was wracked with pain, but he still managed to keep himself in check. Caim struggled against the hands with his thumb and wrist, trying to at least make it difficult.