L'Obscurité

[Wolfs Ghost]

"Enough." He mumbled, after opening the door. The Jailer looked over at him and bowed. "Oui, mon prince."

"Leave us." Joseph stared coldly at the man, who bowed again and made his way out of the room, as the jailer was leaving a servant came into the room shortly after, carrying a plate of a rather fully cooked meal. Something that was considered a delicacy in such a hellhole. Generally given to a prisoner for their last day in the world.

The servant sat the plate down on a nearby table, bowed quickly before Joseph and then left, closing the door behind her. "Five days since you've been captured, and yet..you still haven't broken. Well, mentally anyways." He smirked and walked over to the table that the food was on, and picked up the bread roll, which was buttered on the inside, it was still warm. He looked over at her and continued smirking, taking a bite out of the piece of bread, chewing, and swallowing.

"Maybe some more severe means of interrogation is what you need. Or perhaps we can assume you'd rather die than give up what you know, and such an assumption would, perhaps prolong your life, and let you know what living in hell is before you're actually sent there, Non?"

He took another bite, a few moments went by before he started to speak again. "I'm sure we'll have a way to make you talk. And I think I might just have an idea." He smirked again and started to finish the roll of bread.

Silence fell across the room, as he turned around and picked up the plate of off. At first he turned around and held it out in front of her, then he began to slowly tilt it. "Unless you want to be eating this extremely well prepared meal from the floor, Madame Dagon, I suggest you start with who your employer is."

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