A/N: hey people!
Um warning here. There is something being tortured.
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Anastasia walked towards a cabinet and pulled something out of it.
She went towards the man again and said "For the sake of this I will say this one more time. Tell me what I want to know, everything I want to know, and I will kill you painlessly."
"Go to hell you whore." the man said weakly.
Anastasia nodded. "And I will see you there." she said, as she pulled the instrument from behind her.
It was a saw. A highly sharpened saw.
She placed it over the mans foot where his toes were connected and began to saw back and forth and applying more and more pressure.
Blood, skin, muscle, and soon enough bone were on the stone floor. The man screamed as the metal tore through his skin like a piece of paper.
Nathaniel stood there against a wall with his arms crossed and smiling, pride shined in his eyes like a parent watching his childs best work.
Anastasia looked up from her work. England felt a chill run down his back at her emotionless eyes. He felt France shiver beside him. "Ready to talk?"
The only response was a moan of pain.
Anastasia nodded and placed the saw on the ankle. Fresh blood spilled onto her shoes and the bottom frills of her dress.
"Namad!" the man screamed suddenly.
Anastasia looked up as did Nathaniel. "Who?"
"Namad. Namad Haja. He is the one in charge." the man sobbed. "Please just end it."
"Tell us more then."
The man continued to talk. He gave names, dates of events that were going to happen; everything they wanted and asked he gave.
Nathaniel gave a nod. "Pleasure doing business with you sir."
At her fathers nod Anastasia placed the saw at his throat. With a sharp drag to the right his neck was sliced open covering Anastasias apron, front of her dress, face, and hair in the red sharp blood.
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