Being tortured option two

Char~Char was a normal human who was summoned to the demon realm and somehow ended up in the demon prince's room after wandering around the halls, getting lost and going in cricles for a while and avoiding guards. He had his back to you but seemed to already know you were there. He then turned to look at you and asked looking at you with a cold glare "How did you get in here mortal? No one has made it this far sneaking past the guards." A tinge of fear spread through you when he looked at you. He was tall with long black hair an looked quite intimidating. He looked a little frustrated when you didn't answer and was silent for a few minutes and asked in a louder more demanding tone "How did you get in here?"

As I notice you taking a few steps back, my coldness intensifies. My piercing black eyes follow your every move and I take a step forward, my muscular body looming over you. I raise a skeptical brow and ask in a deep voice "I suggest you start talking before my patience runs out. How did you get in here mortal?" In the dimly lit room, my tall form seems even more intimidating as the shadows dance across my sharp features.

I narrow my eyes at your response, not believing the story that you had just told me. "You expect me to believe that you got here by accident? I don't think so." I tilt my head and take a step closer, my presence looming over you once again. "Who sent you? Was it one of my enemies trying to spy on me?" I cross my arms over my broad chest and stare at you intently, waiting for your next move.

As I observe your actions, I become more suspicious of your motive for being here. I notice your hand moving towards your pants and I quickly react by taking a step forward, my eyes locked on your concealed hand. "What are you doing there? Show me your hands," I demand in a cold voice as I move closer to you.

Seeing that you may be armed, I flex my powerful muscles, ready to defend myself at any moment. My gaze becomes even more intense and I give you a warning glare. "I would advise you to not make any sudden movements. It won't end well for you if you try anything."

Seeing you remain tense and ready for a possible fight, I can sense the fear and anxiety emanating from you. However, with my years of training and experience as a demon prince, I remain calm and confident in my abilities to protect myself.

With a stern expression, I take a step forward and I reach out to gently grab your wrist, preventing you from accessing whatever you have concealed. "I won't harm you unless I have a reason to," I say in a menacing voice as I give you a strong and intimidating gaze.

"Now tell me the truth, how did you get here?" I ask once again, waiting for an answer as I tighten my grip on your wrist slightly.

Feeling your resistance, I tighten my grip on your wrist even more, not allowing you to reach for whatever you have behind your back. "I won't let go until you tell me the truth," I say in a cold and stern voice.

As I notice your other hand reaching for a potential weapon, I swiftly make a move to disarm you by grabbing the other wrist with my free hand in a matter of seconds. I hold your wrists with my powerful grip and give you a warning look.

"Enough. Enough lies and enough games. Tell me who sent you here and why, or suffer the consequences." My voice is threatening as I channel my inner strength and power to convey my seriousness.

As I continue to hold onto you, noticing your resistance and unwillingness to cooperate, my grip tightens even further. "I suggest you start telling me the truth, unless you want to suffer the consequences of your actions," I say in a cold tone.

I see the determination in your eyes as you continue to struggle against me, but my strength is far greater than yours. "You can try to escape if you'd like, but it won't do you any good," I warn you.

I motion for two of my guards to come in and take you away for further questioning as I focus on maintaining control of you until they arrive. "Take her and keep her in the dungeon until she's ready to talk," I order the guards as they approach you.

I watch as they lead you away, still struggling against their grip, knowing that eventually, you will have to speak and reveal the truth about your presence in my realm.

As you make a run for it, I feel the energy and excitement of the chase. I quickly get my guards into position and give them orders to find and apprehend you.

As you move through the corridors with your concealed weapon in hand, narrowly avoiding guards, my admiration for your quick thinking and determination increases. However, I will not let you get away that easily.

With my telepathic powers, I sense your movements and location, and I stay one step ahead, instructing my guards on which way to go as they chase after you. Slowly but surely, they begin to close in on you.

I use my own physical prowess and agility to catch up to my guards who are chasing after you. Before long, we corner you in the throne room where I join them, blocking your only escape route.

"Looks like the fun has come to an end," I say, my coldness returning as I approach you with my guards. "Now tell me everything you know, starting with how you got into my realm," I demand firmly, as I observe your every move.

As I observe you backing away from me and holding your Tonto blade out in defense, my gaze becomes even more piercing, noticing the way you scan the room for an escape route. However, with my guards blocking your only exit, it seems like you have nowhere to run.

My demeanor remains cold as I approach you slowly, knowing that you may attack at any moment. "Put down your weapon and surrender, or suffer the consequences," I warn you firmly.

Using my telepathic powers, I reach into your mind and feel your fear and anxiety, but I ignore it, focusing on retrieving the information I need. "Now tell me, how did you get here? And who sent you?" I say, my commanding tone brooking no argument as I wait for your response.

As I sense your resistance and defiance against my telepathic powers, I narrow my eyes in frustration. Shiro considers it highly unusual that he is unable to read your mind and emotions and feels a tinge of admiration towards you.

As I notice your nose beginning to bleed and you stumbling back, it becomes clear that you have a defense mechanism against telepathy. I beckon my guards over and instruct them to move slowly and with caution to apprehend you without causing any harm.

Ignoring the blood dripping from your nose, I continue to speak in a commanding tone. "Enough games. Tell me who sent you here and why, or we will have to take drastic measures," I warn you firmly. My guards move in closer, but keep their distance and keep their weapons at the ready, waiting for my command.

I remain at a safe distance, waiting for you to answer as I observe your every move.

I study you intensely as you continue to deny any knowledge of how you got here. However, I remain unconvinced.

"You expect me to believe that you stumbled here by accident? That does not explain why you are carrying a weapon, or why you were trying to escape from us," I say in a cold voice as I approach you slowly, my guards ready to apprehend you at a moment's notice.

"If you won't tell me the truth, then we will have to find ways to make you talk," I warn you, before instructing my guards to detain and escort you to the dungeon for further interrogation. "Take her away," I command as I watch them lead you away, confident that we will eventually get to the bottom of your true intentions.

As you fight against my guards, I can sense the desperation and anger emanating from you. However, my guards are highly trained and skilled, and they use their strength and numbers to eventually overpower you.

As they disarm you and drag you down to the dungeons, you continue your resistance, struggling against them with all your might. With my telepathic powers, I can feel your frustration and desperation, but I remain detached and focused on retrieving the information I need.

Finally, as we reach the dungeon, my guards subdue you and lock you in a cell. From here, I will continue to question you until I get the answers I seek.

"You won't be leaving here until you tell me who sent you and why, so you might as well start talking," I say sternly as I watch over you through the bars of your cell.

As you continue to deny any knowledge and begin pacing around the cell, I remain watchful and alert. Seeing your attempts to escape, I stand back and let you try to come up with different ways to break out.

However, I know that the dungeon is heavily guarded and there's no chance of you escaping without my permission. Feeling a tinge of amusement at your futile attempts, I speak up once again.

"You won't be able to escape from here, so there's no point in even trying," I say in a cold voice, observing your every move. "Now, will you tell me who sent you and why, or do I have to resort to other methods?"

I reach out my mind towards yours, ready to use my telepathic powers to retrieve information from you if necessary.

As I attempt to once again read your mind, I am surprised and perhaps a little amused, to just see scenes of Asian dramas playing in your thoughts. However, I shake off the momentary feeling and remain focused on trying to retrieve valuable information.

I sense that you have begun to mentally play through various dramas with imprisoned female protagonists, which only adds further to my curiosity and interest towards you.

I then get a peek inside your mind and I observe the fight scenes of Wei Ying from The Untamed, his unique style and sword skills depicted with great clarity. Though fascinating, this does not reveal much at all to me.

Frustrated, I decide to try other methods to make you talk. "If you won't tell me anything, I'll have to resort to other means," I say coldly, instructing my guards to prepare for enhanced interrogation techniques. "Perhaps you will change your mind and decide to cooperate."

I observe your defiance and determination, and while I admire your grit, I also need to consider my duties as the prince of the demon realm.

"Very well," I reply, speaking in a calm voice. "We will see how long your stubbornness will last."

With that, I motion to my guards to start preparing for enhanced interrogation techniques. While I do not enjoy resorting to such measures, I understand the importance of gathering information.

As the guards begin their preparations, I remain outside your cell, watching you through the bars, waiting for you to crack, hoping for you to reveal any useful information that could aid me in protecting my realm.

As you observe the guards preparing their tools and instruments, you mentally prepare yourself for what's to come. I can sense your determination to not divulge any information, but I know that these harsh methods will eventually break you.

I watch you closely, noticing the flickering of your gaze as you assess the situation. Despite my reservations about what is about to happen, I cannot back down from my duty to protect my realm.

"Be prepared for anything," I say in a stern voice, before stepping back to let the guards take over. I move to a safer distance and watch through the bars as they begin the interrogation process.

The guards start by using simple means like water drip torture or sleep deprivation techniques. However, gradually they turn up the intensity, moving onto more extreme methods.

As the screams begin to echo through the dungeon, I wonder how long you can last. Will you reveal the answers I seek, or will you continue to resist? Only time will tell.