And once again ignoring his screams, I continued to cauterize his wounds with the literal bloody iron as the little stub from his clipped-off digit was bleeding out, but it didn't take long before I felt that he was nearing his limit. Even with adrenaline and pure fucking grit making him continue on, it'll be a matter of time before his body breaks down and all we received from it was a fixer-upper.
Granted the 50-ish people and the alliance with Mr. Garciano were a huge plus, but I've already invested a lot of time in this fuck, I'd really want a name or two before he kicks the bucket.
'He gave a vague description of a particular place though…'
But yeah, it was taking him longer and longer to rise up from his stupor with every press because sometimes, I could even be two presses in before he jumped up. Still, I think the right move going forward was to ease on breaking his body but break his mind instead.