Brand stretched Bob's mouth while muttering. "I want you to have the same sweet smile I have."
"Do you know where I learn this from?" He asked the two idiots. But they didn't make a sound.
No. They couldn't.
A small, black beetle was wedged inside their mouth respectively. It was gripping the edge of their tongue with its tiny pincers. Its legs thrashed wildly, sending a peculiar mix of disgust and dread into their mind.
"Seriously… where do you learn this…" Seraphine looks disturbed while looking at him. "Seraphim didn't do it to this extent…"
"I got worse than this… My bones were crushed, finger by finger, until I went numb." Brand argued, shivering, as he shook his head to escape the reminiscence.
He then slowly inserted his finger into the traitor's shoulder. "What's your name again?"
"B…bo-" Before the traitor could continue, Brand had already gagged his mouth. "Too slow."
—ARGHHH
Then he looked at Gareth beside him. "You?"
