He had half expected something of an interrogation, but he knew the dread that he presently felt. It wasn't his, but he was damned sure that someone else was going to experience something much, much worse. He headed in the direction he felt her, he now no longer cared about collateral damage or evidence. Where there was a wall in his way, he merely punched through it. Using his sharpened finger bones to dig through the material. It had been so long, so very long since he had let it all go like this. It felt nice, even if he knew he would need to contain himself once again after this. He let his skin fall away as he dug and dug, his face being the last to disappear although by the time it did he had a maniacal grin on his face with an evil glint in his eye. After the face disappeared, the lights of his eyes showed pure, malicious intent, burning with a deep rage.
He clenched his fists as he finally found the tunnels. There was quite a bit of the building material lying around him, he wouldn't have much time but he didn't need it. He dashed as fast as he physically could down the halls, using his connection to her as a guiding light in this maze. He went over the ways he would punish this fool. He would ensure that the torment was long lasting, even into the afterlife.
When he found the room, he found Elizabeth badly cut and beaten, the tools having been obviously been used to torture her. While he had felt the emotions that she had gone through, seeing her only made it worse. He leaped at the man and tackled him to the ground, his fists connecting to the mans face repeatedly. He ensured that the man was unconscious before he went over to Elizabeth, he helped her out of the chair, and hugged her before laying her on the ground. She needed rest presumably, and he didn't need her to see this.
He strapped the man to the table and waited for him to regain consciousness. He placed one of his fingers under his chin, drawing a bit of blood. "You have made a dire, dire mistake. You will wish for death, you will crave it by the time I am done with you. But no, you will be an example to whatever pathetic beings you work for that I am not a man to be trifled with."
((As a warning to any readers of this thread, the rest of this is going to be as graphic as I can make it. You have been warned.))
He pulled up his sleeves, not wanting them to get dirty as he thought of how he would go about this. Oh, that sounded nice. He peeled the skin of the man's finger and watched as it bled. Then he peeled back the muscles, repeating in turn for each of the fingers on his left hand. Using a bit of necromancy, he quickly bound the man's soul to remain here for the moment so the torture itself wouldn't allow him to die, then he grabbed the man's middle finger of his left hand, and yanked it off before digging it into his palm. Whether or not the man screamed was irrelevant, he was going to find a way to cause this individual dire pain.
He plunges his hand into the man's body, right below the rib cage. He rolled his hand around for a few moments, mostly to salt the wound before he removed it. He placed the removed index finger into the newly created hole. "Oh, good, you come with a built in storage container!" His voice had become slightly higher pitched, and more manic.
He gently laid his hand on the man's leg, before he slid his finger down it, splitting it open down to the bone, all the way down to his foot. "You know, you don't really need genitals do you? I mean, your life expectancy has hit the rate of, oh, two days at most?" With a quick slashing motion, he removed the man's penis and testicles, he placed the penis in the hole of his leg and the testicles in his mouth. "See, now you have a good dinner before you go off and tell the piggies your little story!"
He used his mana to make his finger more saw like, and he slowly sawed off the other leg. It was amazing how much blood this man had, but he worked diligently, soon getting all the way through it, leaving the man with barely a stump under his pelvis. "I am even kind enough to make you a crutch!"
Using bits of skin from the man, he sewed up his open wounds and clapped his hands together. "Perfect! Now, when I release you, you ARE going to go to your boss and tell him what happened to you and THEN you will be allowed to die. If you don't, well I'll just have to play with your soul next! I do so love playing with my toys, so don't tell them if you want!" He giggled madly, then stopped. "Oh, wait. An eye for an eye!" He reached into the man's eye socket and pulled out the eyeball, he juggled it a bit before he placed it into the man's hand. "A going away present."
He cast a final spell on the man, he had around two days of artificial life. Remwald also did a bit of fake magic afterwards, "And if you don't tell, well I'll know and I just cast a spell to be able to retrieve your soul in a moments notice. So don't think you can get away and not tell me!" He unstrapped the man and handed him his leg. "Might wanna hurry! Your on the final leg of the race!"
The man hobbled off, crying to himself as now he wanted to get away from here. Far, far away from here. Remwald would figure out later whether or not he had followed the instructions.
Remwald calmed himself and wiped the blood off of his hand calmly before he went over to Elizabeth, hoping that she saw absolutely none of that. Who knows what she would think of him then?
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