â€œExcellentâ€¦ simply excellent!â€ Upon the Witch Doctorâ€™s face her signature grin had appeared while she watched her beloved eel work its magic. By now, its magic would be affecting the girl, whose eyes had become blank, her body stiff then giving a sudden jerk, satisfying her and indeed giving her quite a show. Even while under the influence of hallucinations that would send her into some sort of reverie the girl seemed to have quite a mouth on her. She was feisty, indeed very feisty, and wondered what she could do to break the poor girlâ€™s will and destroy her. Whether this little display of brief stubbornness was something to be admired, or if it was just a side-effect from the eelâ€™s magic, the Witch Doctor simply didnâ€™t care. Her interest was too deeply rooted into what she could do to make the girl scream and reveal the enemyâ€™s secrets.<br/><br/>The Queen would not have allowed her to have fun if that wasnâ€™t what she wanted her to do. Rather than allow the girlâ€™s bold words deter her she chose to be encouraged. It wasnâ€™t going to be long before information would slip off the girlâ€™s tongue and she would be left with many things to report to the Queen with. The eelâ€™s tongue slid deeper into the girlâ€™s ear canal after she jerked again as if struck, making a strange hissing sound as it looked it its master out the corner of its eye. That would not be the first time it had come close to being squashed by one of its victims, but its master didnâ€™t seem to care about this. A real slave driver she could be sometimes, especially when it came to getting what she wanted. One day she might very well find herself without her serpentine pet.<br/><br/>â€œIâ€™ll be taking you up on that offer, sweetie, oh trust me when I tell you I will most definitely try a little harder.â€ Her voice cooed out to her plaything partly speaking to nobody in particular. She doubted that her voice would reach her at the moment and merely gazed on with interest. â€œAll you need to do is tell me your secrets.â€ Raising her hand, she gently wiped away the blood that trickled out of the girlâ€™s mouth, and then bringing her hand to her own mouth, licked it off her fingers slowly. She savored the metallic taste that was now on the tip of her tongue. Blood was probably her third favorite thing in the world, the other two being torture and chocolate ice cream.<br/><br/>She lowered her hand towards the girl again, speaking to the eel â€œCome here, my dear. Youâ€™re job is done for the time being.â€ The eel looked at its master and hissed somewhat defiantly while it removed its tongue from the girlâ€™s ear, still seething over nearly being squashed, and crawled back into her hand. The Witch Doctor walked over to the jar. The lid came off easily and then the eel slithered back into its jar until the next time its master called upon its abilities. The Witch Doctor swiftly moved back to the shelves, humming softly to herself while her eyes scanned the many contents that lined them. Now that the girl was given but a small taste of what kind of fun her torturer was in the mood for, something else was in order. But what? What exactly should she do next to keep the element of surprise on her side?<br/><br/>Her eyes narrowed when she decided she wasnâ€™t in the mood to bring out her fun toys just yet. Perhaps this was because she wanted the girl to truly challenge her. Chances were it was just because she wanted to have fun with her for as long as she could, though. Either way she needed to get down to business. She was determined not to let the Queen down, for she was probably one of, if not the only, person she could call a friend.<br/><br/>Moving to the girl again she gazed into her eyes while wearing her signature smile once more, â€œI think itâ€™s time you confide in me, and apologize for being rude to the Queen.â€ Her voice was almost uncharacteristically soft. This was her dangerous side, shown only to those who will be at her mercy for as long as she sees fit. She placed her hand near where her broken ribs were and pressed down on her injuries. Everyone had their limits to how much pain they could take, even someone with a mouth. â€œAll you need to do is tell me about Rotter and the Rottsman, a simple task really, and then I will make your pain go away.â€ A chuckle rolled off her lips softly, her expression showing certain deviousness, â€œAnd who knows, maybe you will make a nice apprentice. Or perhaps food for my darling sharksâ€¦ you future is in my hands now, girl.â€