Bone Fort wrote:Swith Witherward wrote:"Little girl," Swith smiled kindly, "If you won't say the name, I can just rip it from your mind. It will be painful, and you will probably wet yourself. Your choice."
"Swith, let's not do anything too drastic. No be quiet, I'm considering if I should turn her over to this psychotic rapey-eyed maniac that we keep locked in this room."
"Oh, alright," she sat in the chair. What happened to the furniture in here?