Cui slinked away once more as she had done earlier during the man’s interrogation; she left her colleague to have his own bout of violence. But to her surprise the boss stepped in to have his own turn. This wouldn’t end well. She watched with a savage glee in her eyes as the boss picked the man up, and casually tossed the man several foot towards one of the stone walls of the interrogation chamber. The man hit the wall with a dull thud before falling, leaving a dark patch of crimson blood upon the wall where he had been thrown upon. Her glee turned into a sadistic smile hidden beneath her mask when the boss walked forwards and kicked the man’s arm with his heavy boots. The sickening crack that followed made her want to utter out a manic laugh of pure joy. She loved such horrific acts against others, but still managed to hold her attention long enough to listen to the boss’ words. He had always had a knack for intimidating others.<br/><br/>Where it not for the fact that the man still breathed, it would appear that the boss had completely broken his previously solid appearance, and hopefully loyalty. She listened intently as the man finally spilled out what he knew about the homes of a select few noble and powerful families. From the sounds of it, none of them seemed to fear the worst, which was always the worst way to think about something as major as a break in. Everything from bad security systems to just plain stupid placement of venting panels. On the walls or in an inaccessible place would have been a smarter approach to a break in.<br/><br/>Instead of immediately taking her chance to move inwards and try to fully break the man, and prove that his information wasn’t just a load of bull, Cui would wait and let her blade-wielding colleague inflict his damages upon the man. After all, getting something that you wanted from a wounded person was far easier than getting it from someone whom was in perfect condition. Even before he began, Cui could see the eternal bloodlust behind the man’s eyes, the want, and the need for crimson. The savage desire to rend people into nothing. To see them utterly broken. She knew this affliction well. His love for brute force and blades made this apparent addiction to the blood of others shows even more clearly. While she preferred to wage wars of the mind upon a someone, to make them contemplate everything that have ever done and regret it all. To make them feel like trash without ever laying a hand upon them. Those were her favoured methods, but sometimes a little brute force and ignorance come in handy. Her now somewhat diminished smile renewed itself when the fellow torturer knelt in front of the other man and cut a superficial wound across his cheek, asking him with a Steele voice if he was lying or not. Under such circumstance, a normal person would have broken long ago. She watched as he repeated this once more, drawing more blood from the man, bleeding him of his scarlet lifeblood, before topping it off with a long slash down the man’s broken and shattered arm.<br/><br/>She smiled once again when her fellow stood up and walked back over to where he normally stood. She presumed this to be her own turn. Walking towards the man with a morbid smile upon her face, she said to him.<span style="color: #FF0000">“You see just how easy that was? You help us, and you don’t suffer. It’s not betrayal if that person never cared about you, never took notice of you. You wouldn’t be betraying the Empress if you told us. I only hope for your sake that what you say is true.” </span>With that she was stood only a foot or so in front of him, oh how she longed to pull out all his teeth. But alas she wasn’t permitted, the mouth and the speaking apparatus were strictly off-limits for damaging, lest the man be rendering incapable of speech entirely. Instead she stomped upon the man’s kneecap, and a crunch followed the impact of her heavy boots. She ground her foot into the man’s knee after, asking.<span style="color: #FF0000"> “So, are you being truthful? Or must we take you apart piece by piece?”</span>