Desperate times

DONA'S POV

The room reverberated with the strike of silver-striking flesh as we tried to get Diego to confess using one form of torture after another, yet despite all our best efforts, his will remained strong and unshaken by the pain that coursed through his veins, glaring at Ryan as he spoke through gritted teeth.

"I've told you before, little boy, I don't know what you are talking about. Maybe you aren't as good as you think." 

He was still as unyielding as he had been since we got here, refusing to give us the information we tried to torture out of him. If we continued at this pace, Devon would be dead before we could get any information out of him; this was hopeless.