Jackyll awoke with a dull, throbbing ache in her skull that made her immediately want to go back to the dark nothingness. She blinked in woozy confusion and attempted to sit up- only to be jerked back by the shackles around her wrists and ankles.

With a jolt of fear, she looked around the room and instantly wished she hadn't. Manacles on the walls, iron maidens in the corners, racks and pressing machines and thumbscrews, cat-o'-nine-tails, bullwhips, slim iron pokers, a selection of daggers and blades- the list torture devices ran on. None of this, however, was as frightening as the red and white banner on the far wall.

She was in the interrogation room of the Scarlet Monastery.

Jack shuddered violently, making the chains rattle a bit, and attempted to calm down before she had a panic attack. The one ray of light in this horror was that she was the only prisoner- they hadn't managed to catch Eilynn. Biting her tongue, she forced herself to remain quiet, suppressing a whimper. She had to be strong. Lynn had gotten away. Lynn was all right. That's all that mattered.

"Well hello there."

Jack flinched at the voice, looking to her left to see a deeply tanned human wearing the usual crimson and white uniform, as well as a scarlet hooded cloak and a pair of brass knuckles. "You've been quite the naughty girl, haven't you?" He leered at her lasciviously, and she felt the spark of rage even underneath her terror, narrowing her eyes. "I can't believe you and that little rogue managed to get so far. I wasn't aware that prostitutes were so handy with daggers."

"Shut your mouth, you bastard," she snarled in Common, eyes blazing. "Don't you ever insult her."

He raised a brow in surprise. "You speak Common? You're more educated than I guessed- most of your kind only knows Thalassian and that dreadfully harsh Orcish. In any case, I'd be more concerned about myself if I were you," he said nonchalantly. "She's not the one chained in the interrogation room." Turning, he took a small knife from the wall.

"Why don't you just kill me?" she spat. "I already slaughtered plenty of your sheep, you won't return the favor?"

"Oh, you'll die," he affirmed calmly, nodding as he cleaned the blade, "but don't worry, I'll make sure you live as long as possible," he finished with a sadistic grin. "Dead elves can't speak, after all, and I'm ever so interested in so many things…"

Jackyll gulped quietly. The human slowly moved to stand in front of her, smiling thinly. "Now then… your name?"

"None of your concern," she growled, sneering. He laughed and shook his head.

"My my, so much to learn…" Without warning he backhanded her across the face, eyes cold. "Your name, if you please."

"Die."

"You all start out so brave," he sighed, "but you'll learn your place in the end." he lashed out again, this time with a closed fist. The sound of the blow rang out like a gunshot in the near-silent room; it was hard enough to knock the blood elf to the floor, landing in a heap at Vishas' feet. "If you won't give me your name I will give you one," he announced with a leering grin as she picked herself up. "Whore."

"Fuck your mother," she snapped, glaring furiously. The second blow sent her reeling and she fell heavily to her knees again, wincing as the coppery taste of blood spilled into her mouth.

"Say it." The command was forceful but unhurried, as though he had all the time in the world. Jack spat a dislodged tooth and looked up at him fiercely.

"Your mother was a filthy whore and your father was a bastard son," she snarled hatefully, voice dripping with venom.

"Cute," he answered with a sneer, then grabbed her roughly by the hair and punched her again- once in the face, the second time in the stomach. Dropping her unceremoniously, he smirked as she curled into a ball, retching. "Care to try again?"

"What… what was the question? I s-seem to have forgotten," she coughed, glowering at him even through her pain.

"Well. It was your name, but since that appears to be too difficult for you, and I honestly do not care… what's the population of Brill?" he queried. "Their settlement is quite near to us, and if they're planning an attack…"

"Well I certainly wouldn't want that to happen," she growled sarcastically. Vishas' eyes narrowed and his arm shot forwards, grasping her tightly by the throat. Dragging her forwards, he pulled her up and snarled as he slammed her against the wall.

"Tell me, wretch."

Jackyll thrashed against his grip, fighting for air. After a moment he released her and she fell heavily, coughing and wheezing as he watched her expectantly. Taking a shuddering breath, she looked up at him.

"Burn in hell," she panted, fiery eyes glaring into his own. He kicked her as hard as he could in the side, making her yelp in pain, and twirled the dagger in his hand with a twisted grin.

"I suppose we'll have to try some other methods…"