And his companion, another servant of Master Fabius Simple, was firmly fixed to the torture chair. His eyes were forced wide open by fish hooks, compelling him to witness the execution of his comrade.
His wrists and ankles were bloodied from his violent struggles, the metal restraints cutting into his flesh, pressing against the bone.
"They weren't lying, they truly don't know the identity of that woman, it seems she came from elsewhere."
The person in charge of the interrogation wore a pitch-black cloak, her half face shadowed beneath it. "Red hair is not a feature of the Imperial People; she might be from the same place as Cedric Thorn. But as far as I know, Cedric's village was destroyed when he was very young."
"Capture her, bring her to me alive."
"I'll make sure she draws her last breath."
The woman cloaked in black revealed a bloodthirsty smile, she looked towards the other person strapped to the torture chair. "So this person..."
