He struggled against the restraints, his fingers trying to find them.
"YOU WILL DIE."
Trying to ignore the dark voice, he tried to kick with his legs, but to no avail.
"FLORA WILL DIE."
He froze and began feeling the blood on his face and the pain on his eye again.
"LUKE WILL DIE."
The blood in his mouth bore a metallic taste, and he despised it.
"EVERYONE WILL DIE."
The wall he was on swung into another room, this one lit.
"YOU ARE WEAK."
Descole was sitting in a corner in the fetal position. His clothes were bloodstained. Don Paolo stood in the other corner, extremely pale and bloodsoaked.
"I AM STRONG."
Layton was neatly deposited from the wall and it swung around again, and from the wall hung Luke and Flora.
"IF YOU MAKE A MOVE, YOU DIE."
Layton began feeling faint and he sat down on the cold floor.
"SO WHAT WILL IT BE, HERSHEL?"