My Warrior Luna
I decided to pick coal from the fireplace with a picker, putting it on her skin.
She was stubborn, as she refused to talk and rather screamed in pain. "Answer me," I declared.
I removed the coal, pouring alcohol in her injuries which only increased her scream.
"I would rather not say anything," she said in pain. I smiled as this wasn't my first disobedient wolf.
I pushed her chair closer to the fireplace, increasing her height to reach it and I untied her hand, putting it once in the fire.
She screamed, really loudly and not able to bear it, she gave up, screaming that she would talk.