His breath came out warm and heavily, labored and painful as he gazed upon Yelena's face. The pain he felt was immense and difficult to bear. it almost caused him to faint, and saliva dripped from his mouth because the agony was so great he couldn't control himself.
And now, he was still face to face with the sole cause of his agony, Yelena, who didn't seem like she was done tutoring him. For a moment, he watched her silently, terrified and still engrossed in the suffering.
"Seems you still choose death than to give up information," Yelena spoke coldly, finding Brygo's silence to her question annoying and time wasting.
"Fine. I'll give it to you... slow. Like I promised." Yelena added, grabbing the hilt of the blade, which was still stabbed into Brygo's lap, as she sat directly in front of him.
