Notes: This chapter some may find a bit 'ew' xD But thanks to .uk/middle-ages-torture.htm for the different torture methods, jeez some of them are soooo nasty!

Later in the night, Septimus strolled over to where he had left Elsa sitting on the cold damp ground of the misty forest as she saw what were in his hands. He reached out for one of her hands as he held a knife close to her nail bed as he warned "You have one chance to tell me where the girl with the stone is, if not you know what will happen"

"I don't know what you're on about!" she exclaimed, trying to convince him but he was a lot cleverer than she first thought.

"I have spies that saw you with the girl, care to deny it now?" he remarked

"Spies? What the trees?" she sneered

"Who said anything of trees?" he questioned "Now, tell me where she is and I'll let you go back to your ill father" he added with an evil smirk growing across his face.

"I don't know who you're on about" she answered

"And if you did?" he replied

"I wouldn't tell you" she sneered

With this, he pulled her arm out as he straightened one of her fingers as he placed the knife under her nail and started to push up. All Elsa could feel was the excruciating pain ringing through her body as she tried to make no reaction towards this, not wanting to satisfy him as she tensed her whole body up to try and make the pain more bearable.

The second nail was a lot worse as she saw the gush of blood pouring from her under her finger as she let out a little squeal of agony, trying to pull her hand back from the dark prince but his grip was too hard on her as he remarked "Any refreashed memories yet?"

"No" she snarled, looking back at him with a passion of hate.

"That is too bad" he sneered as he placed his knife under another of her fingers, forcing the nail upwards as a rush of pain went through her as she let out a deep sigh of hurt and tiredness as she fell weak like she was going to black out. By the time Septimus got to the next finger, Elsa fell against the tree, exhausted from the intentional pain he had caused her as he decided to stop there, afterall what good would be to get answers out of her anymore tonight if she was just going to past out?

Elsa whinced in the darkness, full of pain, she did not know how much she could hurt and was never truly perpared to example such things but she would not tell for the world where her sister was and what was he going on about a stone for?

She heard footsteps coming closer to her as she feared in would be the next installment of pain to her as her fears were answered as she saw the prince in the dim light that was left of the evening. But he did not appear to have anything with him. Instead took her hand, she tried to pull back but his hold was too strong but to her surprise, she felt him tend to her wounds as he wiped the dry blood off her swallen hand and cover them up with some cotton.

Septimus saw the puzzled look upon the girls face as he corrected "Do not mistaken this as act of kindness, I can't have you dying on me without telling me where the star went"

In that whole sentence, all her questions were answered towards the gesture he had just done, to find out that the prince was still as evil as he ever was, his heart was truly stone cold.

Notes: I like writing nasty Septimus! lol. That method was chosen because it seemed like the best choice seens they were out on the road and wouldn't have all the torture devices/machines at their disposal so went with that, hope you enjoyed this chapter anyways!