She looked at him confused and struck again and again until finally she grew tired of lashing him. His back was splashed by an angry contrast of red to his skin.<br/><br/>Leah's shoulders drooped and she was losing count of the questions now but one of the female squad members stepped up. She unsheathed a weapon, about half the length of a dagger. It was curved like a sickle but from a side glance it was thin enough to trick the eye that it had disappeared. "Gather the coal together and some the fire," she ordered, her voice a beautiful contrast to her slender almost shapeless body. She flipped the weapon up and delicately drew it across his face. " If you don't give any information up, I'm putting your feet into the iron boots." They were large boots, built out iron but the feet were dented and horribly repaired. If he could keep up the charade even then, then he was one to commend for bravery. They would smash his feet into them and if he could pull his feet out of the hot boot and still walk then maybe he was meant to walk free.<br/><br/>Rea shook her head at them, but the woman ignored her, only looking at him. She held her hands behind her back and looked away. Torture wasn't her thing.