He screamed.
He screamed again.
And again
The ixteal cilona was coursing through his body.
There was no stopping it.
He would soon give in.
I am Maladi
Expert on assassination.
Master of torture.
I was merciless.
All gave in to me.
They scream
They suffer.
They cry.
In the end, they give in.
They give in
To my poisons
My daggers.
My science
I'm an artist
An artist of pain.
Torture is an art.
Assassination is a skill.
I can make someone reveal their darkest secrets.
Or their deepest desires.
With a single touch of my poisons.
Anyone can defeat an invasion.
But few can conquer an invader from within.
None can defeat the ixteal cilona
He screamed once again.
And again
He pleaded.
Wept.
Begged
He screamed.