DarWynn's feline features curled into an uncomfortable sneer as the hircine monster holding her face inched the knife through her fur. Although she'd been interrogated before, this marked the first time since her mutation that anyone had forcefully shaven facial hair off as an intimidation tactic.

"How did you break in," Scryar repeatedly translated from the monsters' unintelligible language.

"You need to just answer the questions, DarWynn," he plead.

"We didn't break in!" She answered.

Scryar sighed and reluctantly translated DarWynn's eighth consecutive denial.

The monsters had shocked her with electrified irons to begin the interrogation, but could not continue without knocking her unconscious.

More monster gibberish followed as the shaving continued.

"Who is your Jack Coat leader?"

"What the hell is a Jack Coat?"

DarWynn did try to explain herself, relating the barel ... Read more »