CHAPTER 4
Conal
Oscon was tied to a chair when they entered the room, one eye swollen, surrounded by a purple bruise. Dried blood edged the corner of his lips.
“What happened?” Conal asked, amused at the change in the man’s fortune.
“He was being uncooperative,” Brunet replied with an unemotional shrug.
Oscon bent his head up to glare at them. “Yer wasting my time. I got nuthin’ to say to you.”
“Yes,” Galadyr blithely replied, “we know. That’s why we’re going to let Conal t*****e you.” He handed a set of iron pliers to Conal.
Conal looked over at Torgreth, furrowing his brow. “How did that go again? We cut off his fingers then his toes, peel his eyelids off then cut out his tongue?”
“Something like that.” Torgreth grinned at Oscon. “This is gonna be fun. You’re not going to enjoy i
