Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20131220001148/@comment-12599067-20131222150212

Jack sat down in the chair opposite the commander, drawing a knife and thinking. After a moment, he withdrew his journal and sliver of charcoal, as if preparing for an interview. "Alrighty, there's only one way we're gonna do this. You do what we want, you won't get hurt, he said plainly. "You won't get anything out of me," the commander scoffed.

"We will see," Jack retorted, grabbing a sinister device from the table. Iron spikes sat in the jaws of the torture device, and winches at the end to crush inwards at the torturer's pleasure. Jack shivered as he put it snug around the commander's neck. "Here's how it's gonna work, commander. You tell us what we want, we're all good. You don't..." he guestured for Daithi to wind up one of the winches.