The Summoner's Vendetta (First Draft) (Book Two)

The Prisoner's Dilemma

Now that they have settled on a plan that was clearer than their last, Sin got to work on trying to find intel that would allow them to cause the most damage to their enemy.

Considering that they only had one real option, he found himself sitting before the prisoner that he and his companions captured on their first day within the residence that would become their safehouse.

Half an hour had already passed since his arrival before the other boy and yet, not a word has passed between the two. This however was not due to Sin's lack of trying. Every time that Sin opened his mouth to allow the words that were gathering their freedom, his prisoner would kick out at him which sprayed dust and dirt from their makeshift cell at him.

After thirty minutes of dealing with this reaction, he could feel his anger boiling within him. His body reacting to the aggravation that was dwelling within him, Sin's hands started to clench. Before Sin was able to fling out the words that were leaping onto his tongue or use his fists that were baying out for his prisoner's blood, the other male's voice filled the space.

"You will not receive one shred of information from me...monster!" the boy snarled as he kicked his leg out towards Sin once more.

This was as much as Sin was going to allow. Throwing his hand out towards the appendage that was soaring towards him; he grasped ahold of the boy's foot, right at the ankle. With a burst of speed and strength, Sin yanked on the captured appendage which pulled the prisoner off the chair that he was occupying.

Smashing upon the ground, his prisoner let out a groan which contained hints of pain. Allowing a smile to creep across his lips which flashed his tusks to the boy that laid upon the ground. "If a monster is what you wish to see, then I will gladly accommodate you!" Sin hissed as he used his free hand to grasp ahold of his pendant.

Pushing a sliver of his mana into his pendant, the portal that held his Familiars was summoned before him. "Soren!" Sin called out and as his voice bounced around the makeshift cell, Soren came leaping through the portal.

While the cell wasn't the biggest room that the property that they had taken over contained, it would hold all three of them comfortably. 

Upon his prisoner sighting the massive creature, a rancid smell wafted towards Sin as his prisoner tried to force his bound hands to move him across the ground. Unable to get his hands to find a proper placement that would allow him to slide away from his captor and the creature that he controls, the prisoner began to flail his legs out in hope of finding ground that he could use. From the movement of his prisoner's legs, Sin was able to spot a wet spot that had formed and spread out across the front of the other male's trousers.

Looking past the boy's embarrassment, Sin stepped forward. "I am growing weary of the constant hatred that you and your band of bigots are constantly spewing from those rotten mouths of yours..." the snarl of words tore from Sin's throat as he placed his foot upon one of his prisoner's ankles and to ensure that the other boy knew that he was serious in his unspoken threat, he gave a slight pressure to the bone that sat underneath his prisoner's skin. "...I spared your life during our first interaction due to your age. Though if you continue to speak such hatred in my presence or refuse to answer my questions, I will no longer be as kind as I was on that first day."

Staring down at the boy, he could see that while he was fearful of what he would do to him; he wasn't all that terrified that he would do what Sin wished. Deciding that he would give it one more attempt before choosing to end the prisoner's life in this world, Sin started speaking once more.

"Being helpless as you are, there would be nothing you could do if I decided that I have had enough of this game. I want you to imagine how it would feel to watch yourself being ripped into by my Griffin!" Sin growled out and while he didn't wish to see Soren rip into the flesh of someone that looked to be near his age, he had to ensure that his prisoner believed what he was saying.

Hearing his Summoner mention the prospect of having a meal, Soren started to paw at the ground; with his razor-sharp talons coming awfully close to the flesh of the other boy's legs.

As his eyes fell upon Soren's talons, a small whine ripped free from the boy's throat. Finding a sense of pleasure from this, Sin was tempted to allow his Familiar to claim a taste of the bigoted teenager though considering that he still needed answers from this boy; he refrained from this temptation.

This last threat that he gave seemed to be all that Sin needed to do to get his prisoner installed with the proper amount of fear. "To start us off, I would like for you to give me your name?" Sin questioned in a voice that held the anger that was rippling through him much better than it previously did.

"Kieran...Kieran Harrison." The boy cried out instantly, afraid that Soren would rip into him any at second.

Pleased that Kieran was doing what he wished him to do, Sin allowed another smile to form on his lips though this time around; the smile was more pleasant than the sneer that he had given Kieran moments earlier. Reclaiming the seat that he had abandoned when he had pulled Kieran from his, Sin waved for Soren to retreat further from the other male. While the threat that Soren posed to him was still obvious, Kieran seemed to relax slightly as Sin's voice fluttered around them.

"Kieran. I would like for you to tell me everything that you know about the Pure Regime operation within Elessan." Sin called out and while the words he used could have sounded as if it were a question; it was more a statement considering that he doubted Kieran would refuse to answer it with the threat of Soren feasting upon his body still lingering throughout the cell.

A single second passed before Kieran was responding to the words that Sin had used. "Where do I begin..."