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Callan made his way to the dungeon, walking past the prisoners and ignoring their pleas with a rather cold look on his face. He put on his gloves and walked into a cell, where the man who had captured his sister and held a knife to her was. He looked at the male in disgust as he sobbed. He sighed in aggravation. "Just kill him. We only need one. Make sure it's slow though. Cut off his tongue first, I don't want to have to hear his screams." Cal told one of the guards. He walked out and they did as he was told. He then walked to the other cell, where the man who had ruined his life was, smiling despite his injuries. Cal frowned and looked at him in disgust. He was sick and tired of this. "Prince Callan! The prisoner is refusing to give us an answer." The guard in there said. Cal sighed. "Fine. Then torture him. Don't kill him though. I want to know exactly how he got out and everyone he's working with. I'll be doing my report here, so just tell me when you get something." He told them. They nodded in understanding. He sat on the ground outside the cell, listening to the cries and screams of the man as they tortured him. He paid no mind to it though, and instead, just began writing a letter with the supplies brought to him. A few of them were directions, some were just simple reports, and others were just paperwork he needed to finish. He was only there to make sure things got done right.
(( He was planning to torture them from the start lolol. It's why he had them taken to the dungeons rather than killed right there
Callan finished writing his report. They had finally got some information out of the man, and now, they had no use for him. "You may kill him. We have everything we need." He told the guards, who did as he said. He needed to get to his room. The male seemed to have gotten little to no sleep. He had been going place to place to make sure things were in order, as well as writing detailed reports. His head was pounding but he still needed to properly reprimand the guards. He had given Gray his report to hand off to his majesty, the king. Within it was a list of information that was given him, listing a few spies as well as collaborators.
He had made sure to be as detailed as possible while simultaneously keeping it brief. He glanced toward the scene before him once more before walking off and exiting the dungeons.
(( i had to close my computer, so i couldnt write that bit, sorry
