{Warning!; Mention of blood and torture}
Kay.
"Don't play games with me, River. I think you don't understand the tight spot you are in right now, do you?" I stand up and, without him expecting it, I plant the sword I'm holding in his foot.
It's so sharp that it effortlessly pierces through his boot, and a trail of blood and his miserable screams follow.
I don't take it out yet, I allow him to feel the intensity of having your flesh cut through.
This is just a piece of what he will go through for the next couple of hours.
"I'm not playing, dammit. I'm not the master here, Kay, someone else is, and they are still out there," he screams in exasperation and agony. I pull the sword out, causing the wound to release more blood in the process.
"Then you better start talking, I want a n
