Kong Siphan remained silent.
Chamreun sighed. This was the point he was most scared of the dark demon assuming control of him. A firefight was something different, the demon was always partly controlled by the mixture of fear and adrenaline. But torture? The deliberate and often slow imposing of extreme physical pain on another human being? It was a whole different game to play. If you could maintain a balance, results were more easily achieved. Half the intimidation was psychological, there had been cases where he hadn’t had to inflict any pain at all, the theatrics around the torture had been sufficient to extract names and information. He selected a simple but deadly-looking scalpel.
“Last chance, Governor.”
“f**k you!”
Chamreun took the scalpel and, with a pause between each cut, s
