Suddenly, Kaya reached forward and yanked the cloth from his mouth. Riiip.
"Ghaaaaa—haaa—haaa..." The mongoose gasped, choking on blood.
Cough, cough.
"So," she said, meeting his terrified eyes, "does the mongoose want to speak? Or should we continue our lesson?"
There was slight amusement flickering in her gaze—but beneath it, something far more dangerous. The mongoose could feel it in his bones. If he didn't say something right now, Kaya would continue this interrogation until there was literally nothing left of him.
And honestly, this bastard wasn't as tough as Kaya had expected. She'd only been working on him for about an hour and a half if you counted the initial fight. Just ninety minutes, and he completely folded.
The mongoose lifted his head weakly, tears mixing with the blood streaming down his face. His voice came out broken, desperate, barely above a whisper.
"I... I don't know," he choked out. "Khaa... haa..." "I don't know! They just told me to kill you!"
