The Silver Savior

Chapter 10

SAM'S POV

I reached the jail soon after and I was met with an eerie silence.  It seemed as though the place hadn't been used in a long time.  The building had a haunted and abandoned feel to it that screamed for visitors to leave.  The dark rooms were full of dust and cobwebs with mice scurrying around on the ground and in the halls.  It stunk of dried blood and a promise for death.

It was perfect for the occasion.

I took Joseph into one of the larger cells in the back of the jail.  Most would think that I would put him in a tiny cell with little room, but I needed the space if I was going to get information out of him.

I sat Joseph down into the chair that was welded to the ground before I secured silver entwined ropes around his wrists and ankles.  Joseph looked as though he was going to murder me with the amount of hate in his eyes.

"Well, Joseph.  How do you want to do this?  You can be a good little doggy and tell me or you can be difficult and force me to hurt you even more.  Your choice." I said with a smug smirk upon my lips.

"You can go burn in hell, Samantha."

Oh this was indeed going to be fun.

"Well, Joey, I will have to pass because then I would just have to deal with you there as well.  Now, what should I start with?  The wolfs-bane water?  The silver whip?  Oh, I know."  At this point there was a glint in my eye that had Joey backtracking. "We will start with the silver knife collection."

I went to the bag hidden in the back of the jail from years ago when I placed it there.  Sure enough all of my supplies were in the same condition as I had left them.  I grabbed my 3 set knife collection and walked back over to my prisoner.

"Now, I'm going to ask you questions and every time you don't cooperate I will give you some encouragement to listen.  The pain will only get worse if you continue to ignore my questions.  Let's begin."  I stood only a mere foot from him as I twirled the smallest blade made with the least amount of silver around in my hands.  "When you walked into the yard you said that they were right.  Who is the 'they' you were speaking of?"

"I have no idea what you are talking about, little girl.  I never said a word about a 'they'."  His smirk was obnoxiously annoying to look at as he lied to me.

"Mmmm... I guess you need to be persuaded." 

With that, I took the blade and pressed the flat side against his shoulder where is slowly sizzled as it started to burn his skin.  The smirk was replaced with a hateful sneer.

"That's all you got, Silver Wolf?  I thought it would be worse."

"We are just getting started."

It continued like this for hours as he continued to ignore my questions.  I used everything from the bag.  At this point his shoulders were burned to black, his fingers looked as though they were about to shrivel off with the silver wire wrapped around them, his wrists bloodied with his own black charred blood that was already poisoned with silver.  He still refused to talk though so I thought I would do him a little favor.

I took the wolfs-bane water and poured it onto a pure silver rod.  It wasn't just a plain rod though, it was a branding rod.  And Joey knew this particular branding rod perfectly.  On the end, the rod was twisted into a witch's star with a crescent moon encircling it.  Unlike a normal cattle branding rod, it didn't need to be heated for werewolves.  It just needed the wolfs-bane to be able to burn into the skin.

"Remember this, Joseph?  It's probably been a while since you last saw it, am I correct?"

"You wouldn't dare use that on me."  He spoke with an appalled grimace plastered on his lips.