Degenerate

"I know. Wait for me to get the potion before saying that, okay?" Elmer thought Eleanor's intelligence was a bit low; usually, villains on TV would first entice, get what they wanted, and then kill the other person.

Eleanor was a bit taken aback by Elmer's response and decided not to say anything. As long as she could end Raffy's life, she would be satisfied, and Elmer could take care of the torture.

"Raffy will never give you the potion!" Carly shouted loudly, though she wasn't sure of the outcome. She feared that if Raffy really handed over the potion, she might not only grow wings but also endure Elmer's humiliation of her body.

"Carly, please be quiet. You are not the protagonist of this game for the moment. Our Archangel Raffy is," Elmer said evilly, as all five fingers plunged into the flesh of the Archangel, stirring inside.

"Ah!" The room echoed with the sound of Raffy's painful screams.