Someone splashes a bucket of water over the prisoner's face. The water cascades to the stone below as the bedraggled man awakens with a gasp. He's tied to a chair and bound tight with not only physical ropes, but magical hex ropes, too. They glow with a purple tint in the dim bowels of the dungeon where his torturers hold him prisoner, and they tighten around his arms and chest as well as his legs when he tries to flinch away from the blow that lands on his face. The sound of blood splattering has long since stopped being amusing to the men, but the one in the chair is barely alive to enjoy the spitefulness of no longer being entertaining to hurt.
"This is useless," the man on the left grumbles, and he wipes the blood off his cheek with his grimy sleeve. "He'll never break."
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