“I’m going to interrogate you now. If you have anything to say, this is your last chance.”
“……”
“Very well, then. So be it. Do it.”
Hssssssss…
“……”
“Still planning to stay silent? I’m curious to see how far that stubbornness will get you.”
The interrogator walked away without a backward glance, disappearing through the door.
Hssssssss…
“Has he spilled it?”
“Not yet.”
“I see. Then inflate his stomach some more.”
“Understood.”
Hssssssss…
“Ugh… guh-bgh…”
“Has she ‘vomited’ the contents of her stomach?”
“It seems she’s nearing her limit. What should we do?”
“No matter. Keep going.”
Hssssssss…
Hssssssss…
“Any further, and it could be dangerous.”
“Our goal is to make her ‘spill’ the answer.”
“But at this rate, her abdomen will suffer severe damage…”
“No matter. She’s not worth more than that anyway.”
SPLAT!
“She burst… but—”
“Useless. Bring in the next one.”
A cold, emotionless voice echoed through the room.