He smashed Robert's head onto the table and then used the tip of his wand to slowly sink into Robert's skin.
Robert screamed in pain, and it was so genuine that I felt like I was feeling the pain for a second. "Now you're going to tell me," Mr. Drails said, with a smirk.
"I don't know," Robert repeated.
"Tell me!" Mr. Drails shouted. "You may be a kid, but trust me, we have no mercy on any TSA spy."
"I don't know!!!" Robert shouted as tears began to speed down his face, and his eyes became red.
"Yes, you do!" Mr. Drails said as he grabbed his head. "Tell me now, or you'll die a very slow death!"
"I don't know," Robert said, crying, as his eyes watered.
"Tell me," Mr. Drails said, grabbing his head. "Tell me now!"
"Okay, I'll tell you," he said. "I met face to face with Rocke, and he told me to kidnap you so that you'd have to fight him one-on-one." "Good to know," Mr. Drails nodded. "Now is Demetrius Rocke in Russia?"