"You see those small drills fixed in front of you?" I explain casually, as if we were just playing some kids' game. "This little guy pointing your chest will slowly start drilling the center bone of your chest," and my gaze shifted towards the ones pointed at their knees, "and those two will drill your knees. Slow and steady. You'll feel every ounce of agonizing pain, especially since the drill is forged from pure silver. Painful, isn't it?"
"Alpha...."
"Shhh. Let me finish, or you'll end up dying confused, and we wouldn't want that, would we?" I said with faux gentleness, like I was scolding a child for interrupting storytime. "Now, as I was saying… once the drill carves through your chest, it won't stop. It'll keep move to drill into your liver. That's when things get really fun. You'll bleed. You'll howl. But still, you won't die."
The two looked at me in horror.
"So now the question is: when and how will you be spared from this pain and die? Right?"
