Torture

"Well, enough about that. There's another reason why I called you here." Weiss broke my train of thought. I could already guess what that other reason was.

But before that... there's something I need to ask him.

"Wait a sec. Did you really have to try to snap my neck to tell me about my flexibility?"

"No." Weiss coughed out.

"Then why? Couldn't you tell me normally?"

"Hah! Now, where would be the fun in that?" Weiss gave a mocking smirk as he looked at me.

Goddammit... why am I not surprised?

I looked at our captive. She still had the same hateful glare, always looking at me, as if she wanted to bite my face.

"Are you going to torture her for information?" I asked Weiss.

"Precisely."

Weiss opened the door to the cell. It creaked because of its heavily rusted hinges. He stepped inside and I followed after him.