The Flight of the Owl

"Tell me how you did it. By the Moons, tell me!" she raises her hand and punches the woman across the face. "How long have you been taking people's auras? Who do you work for?!"
The woman spits on her captor's shoes, "I'd rather die by the hands of the Sun."
The captor clenches her fist, her silver rings in her eyes were glowing, it flashed over and over again before she gave a cold smile. "I can arrange that for you."
She steps to the side and a man steps forward with a golden ring in his eyes.
"Like that would scare me you stupid followers of the Sun and Moons." The woman in ropes spat out. "The followers of the Stars will forever remain superior. As long as the Crow calls, we shall forever remain."
Suddenly the female captor whips out her knife and slices it across her index finger. The woman screams in agony and jolts in her chair, flailing like a fish out of water. The captor holds her knife to the woman's chin and said "Well, let me enlighten you on something. As long as you are living and breathing and trapped, everyday you decide to shut your mouth, a finger comes off. Once a finger comes off, toes are next. If you really want to, we can actually start with the nails." The captor went down on eye-level with the woman. "It's up to you."