And now Jaumet felt the pain. It didn’t strike his back like it had Randell’s. It snaked around his arms and legs and squeezed. Threatened to squeeze the life out of him, but it wouldn’t loosen the answers. He didn’t betray. Jaumet never betrayed.
But he still felt the pain. His teeth clenched, but they couldn’t hold back the grunts, high and low. The small screams still escaped his lips.
He fell into the dark place of his mind that thought of evil contradictions. He
considered opening his teeth and spilling out the answers. The wizard growled at him.
“Who is your master?” Jaumet squeezed his eyes shut. He pulled the last of his
strength into a binding spell and bound his lips together.
The spell faltered.
Nihilistic Porcupine 