CHAPTER 98 BITTERSWEET FEELINGS.

ANYA. I sighed, feeling frustrated after I'd held the rod inside him until I started to smell broiling flesh. As soon as he had gone limp, probably passed out or dead, I slowly took it out of him before placing the rod back in the fire. I didn't want to hurt him more than necessary, but we were running out of time. I picked up another weapon, and this one was a short, sharp knife. I walked over to the second rogue, who had been caught earlier, and watched as the light glinted off the blade. I knew he must be traumatized by the things he had just witnessed, and it would make him tell us what we needed to hear immediately, or he might suffer an even worse fate than his fellow who had just gone through hell. The man had dark hair and there was a wild look in his eyes. That was enough to tell me how terrified and added he was that he was going to go through the same thing. That was what I wanted without that kind of. Fear in their eyes, they wouldn't say anything and and comp