Romans & histoires Blood Eagle Torture

If we wanted answers, someone needed to be ruthless and drill it out of them. Without wasting time, I quickly reached into my coat, pulled out a knife, and stabbed Edgar’s palm, drilling it slowly through his hand, staring at him directly in the face. He cried loudly and then suddenly started laughing, “You think torturing me is going to work? I’m used to pain. Surviving different forms of torture is part of the rituals in the Circle. There is nothing that you can do to get me to talk.” He said with a devilish grin, smiling proudly.

The black eagle let out a piercing cry, as if declaring its absolute dominance. "That foolish black tiger dares trespass into my domain!" The eagle's icy voice echoed as its sharp eyes locked on Chase. It sensed that this human warrior's physique was abnormally strong. That single punch earlier carried at least 20,000 pounds of force! 20,000 thousand pounds! Even the eagle had never achieved such monstrous power! It was simply unfathomable! "Insect, hand over everything you have, and I might spare your life! Otherwise, this will be your final day!" The black eagle's voice carried a merciless chill.

The Dark Wolverson Pack’s Gamma and forces will take him over at the airport. At least I unleashed my pent-up raw rage on him before strapping him up in auto restraints for transport. Broken bones, decapitated fingers, amputated legs, and using solar guns to fry selective body parts were included in the method of torture. As long as the High Council gets Ector alive, there is no harm in doing some damage to him.

He found no strength to express his pain, so he just groaned. “Please, I’m begging you,” she cried, “Let him go.” T-Murek forced his arm through the cavity in Sinclair’s chest. More blood spilled. Sinclair cried out in pain, his eyes wildly open. He pulled Sinclair’s arteries out of his chest while looking at Rebecca, a cocky smile on his lips. The grin on T-Murek’s face showed he enjoyed every bit of the torture. Sinclair uttered a breathless gasp, his eyes wide and mouth hanging open. Rebecca whimpered as she moved her hand to cover her mouth, watching T-Murek pull on his viscera. A thin line of tears flowed from her eyes at such revolting sight.