Hadn't she made it clear that she was not going to tell him anything?
The sound of his footsteps filled the dungeon cavity, and as he neared her, she stared at nothing in particular. The cell was pitched black.
There was that telltale sound of metal against metal as the key entered the lock and turned. His boots slammed into a puddle, and the water splashed onto her face.
"Are you ready to speak like a sane human being?" , He crouched before her and grabbed her chin, "Come, now. Talk."
Her dresses rustled as she yanked her face away from his hand.
"What is the use of me speaking?" her voice was low, " You'll have me killed either way."
"Hmm?" He cocked his head to the side.
"I would rather die knowing that I wasn't foolish enough to give you names, than die feeling as though I have failed those that have helped me. I give you names, and they die with me. We wouldn't want that, now would we? It would be so much better if they returned and tried it again, so much better if you lived in fear."
She heard his sword as it was unsheathed and was not surprised when she felt the cold, smooth metal press into her neck.
"Am I rising onto that temper of yours? Look at you, 'King of Kings', " she seethed, "Is this little 'Obstacle' growing in too much of a rapid pace? Can you not keep up?! Where is the speed, the power?! Where is the anger, oh great and mighty one?! Kill me! Kill the small framed, innocent, and timid! Kill me! K-"
The side of her face burned and her head hung low. The place had become quiet beside their heaving draws of breath and the sound of water.
"You c-can't d-do it..."
His red gaze quickly met her own as he heard the stutter.
She snarled.
"Coward."