Interrogating a Prideful Vampire

"So, have you come to torture me more?" The coarse voice of the miserable vampire resonated across the room. His blood red head hung low as he didn't even have the strength to lift it. He was bound in chains to the chair, yet it was the three large silver stakes that nailed him and kept him bound. "Do not waste your strength, I will not tell you a single thing?"

"What did they ask that you aren't willing to reveal?" Freya's voice caused him to sharply open his eyes and look over at her.

"You. Hahaha, fate is truly so fickle." The vampire let out a throaty laugh. "The prey that was at my mercy only a few days ago, will now decide my fate. Haha."

"You didn't answer my question, vampire." Freya spoke calmly as she confidently approached the bound vampire.

"What makes you think I will tell you anything, when I didn't even break to their torture?"