"What is your name, tall lad?"

"Why do you even care? You may have a tusks on your mouth but doesn't it mean you're the same as me. Impure blooded."

Lord Aisla, and together with the help of Lord Ameniah, supports the project that I am diving in. His insult matters not to me since he's been suppressed in chains from all joints - wrists, neck, ankles, elbows, and knees. This big guy embodies the value of persistence. He doesn't seem to yield. If things mess up, Lord Aisla is there to somehow stall the strength of this orc. Lord Ameniah is in the sideline conducting opposition against the strength and the fortitude of the orc champion. Is this the individual who had survived back then when we had raided the dungeon? This lad is somehow familiar to me. How could he manage to withstand the hunger? Did he withdraw?

"Lord Ameniah, it is your turn." calling for his help, I concede - for now.

"With pleasure." he says, in a sadistic tone, as I signal him to ease up his action.

"I beg of you to somehow extinguish his hostility but don't reprimand him that much." I whisper, as I am trying to reiterate it one last time, whereby he keeps on nodding his head but there is a smirk painted on his lips.

As I am witnessing the method of his conduct. He sits down on the chair near to the laps of the orc champion. Lord Ameniah looks up at the face of the interviewee, raising his head. Lord Ameniah slaps the hell of the orc champion. I try to intervene but Lord Aisla halts me on chasing the assault of Lord Ameniah. This is not you who have committed upon our agreement, Lord Ameniah!

"Don't you meddle me, Lord Aisla." whispering, as he intercepts me.

"He broke his promise not to attack him in a defenseless stance." adding, as I rephrase.

"Well, Lord Geoff, I don't know about that." Lord Aisla says.

"There is always a decision whether it is to be made or to be ignored, Lord Geoff. I don't know about the agreement you have made with Lord Ameniah. Since, he is the one doing the talking right now. It is best not to interrupt the session." he concludes, while he is still holding me on my shoulder.

I am just pretending things are not happening before my eyes. I can see it clearly that the big guy is vividly hurt while Lord Ameniah seems to enjoy his action in decimating his subject. The orc won't surrender and definitely that will be his downfall. He would tolerate any kind of harm inflicted upon him if he is not cooperative with the interrogator. The orc champion will not beg…

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"Say, mister big orc-ie. And I would like to reiterate what Lord Geoff has uttered before. What is your name?" Lord Ameniah repeats, on my behalf.

The big guy retorts with a smile and scoffs out of the blood accumulated inside his mouth then spitting towards Lord Ameniah. The orc champion is attempting to trigger Lord Ameniah's temper. And I reckon this is not a good idea what he is trying to do. He has had did suffer enough, why did he still yet not to concede? What is his point in continuing this tribute at hand? What is the purpose, does he gain anything from it?

"You are really a tough guy, huh?" as Lord Ameniah slaps the hell out of him in retaliation, he states.

"Alright, Lord Ameniah. I think that's enough-..." I say, whereas Lord Aisla recalls me from the sequence of order.

"Lord Aisla? How do you deem about this situation? Of course, you - yourself, would sympathize for the defenseless individual. I suppose." I am trying to make sense with Lord Aisla, I imply.

"What? What do you mean by that, Lord Geoff? What are you trying to say? He is just a subject of his own entrapment. Thus, he is playing the game. Every player in the game should conform to the rules of the game. Our stipulations, they shall follow." Lord Aisla dictates, determining who is who inside the box.

"I understand." I stutter, as soon as the silence surrounds me.

I am wincing away from the torture that I have been overseeing this session. Of course, I would sympathize with the big guy who has severely taken his flesh away… flaying his skin piece by piece. I am near to release all of the retches inside my gut as Lord Ameniah is performing that I never thought I would see. He is eating all of the rinds from the orc champion as he would dip it with some kind of sauce. Talking about disgusting things where we can only imagine. And thus far, praying that we should have not witnessed such horror and brutality from this standpoint. Lord Ameniah himself claims that the technique he is employing is to hopefully succumb his subject into submission. Psychological warfare.

"Lord Geoff?"

"Yes?"

"From this degree of eyewitnessing this scenario, who do you take a side to?" As Lord Aisla presents me with two options, which is who I am going to choose.

I cough, as I am startled by the way of how he is trying to get me to approve something. I react: "These are bizarre questions, Lord Aisla. I don't know what to say. Well, say, for instance, Lord Aisla. If you are trying to get my reaction, this face right here tells you of how I am feeling as of now." pulling off a confused face to somehow convince him what the sensation I really am experiencing.

The moment Lord Ameniah's interrogation has finished, at first, I don't confront him yet. Since the discussion is not done for now, at least for my part. I give him a resentful glare when we pass by across each other. As Lord Ameniah continues to put a smirk on his face, instilling his sadistic look permanently hue all over his face. I will take care of you later after this charade you have made. Fret not, Lord Ameniah. I forget not all of the ones who have debts upon me.

"I am asking for forgiveness on my behalf. Apologies for what you have suffered at his hands." asking, as I really kowtow my head indirectly before the victim, I am trying to ease the tension between this interviewee and Lord Ameniah.

"Ha?! It does make not a big of a deal. I am just fine. Worry me not." he answers, as he is responding in rather a friendly way.