Raoul's arms ached his muscles sore from the position they were being kept in.  The king's guards were taking turns hitting him with various instruments making him sure his arms may break soon under the strain but still he did not speak.  Not even of Josephine's name.  Soon he was too hoarse to scream anymore and just knelt with his head down, sweat dripping into his wounds.  "she will either come for you my boy or you will break...We are betting on which will happen first."  he poured alcohol over his open wounds and Raoul found his voice again screaming once more his voice already growing hoarse.  "I told you!!" he half yelled, "I do not know where she is Nor do I care too that whore is dead to me...as dead to me as I would have been had I depended on her help leave a damned soul alone to its torment!"