"Who are you guys?!" Voco screamed, his voice strained and weak. Tears mixed with blood and sweat rolled down his bruised face. He was strapped tightly to a chair, his body a canvas of brutal efficiency: deep cuts, broken bones, and missing fingers.
Jinx stared at him, her bloody dagger held loosely in her hand. The air in the mansion was thick with a metallic scent.
"What other torture is there?" she asked, turning to Star, her tone matter-of-fact, like a chef asking about ingredients.
Star slowly raised her gaze from her Cosmic Brain. "You already used all the ones known by me," she stated clinically:
"You marked him, cut off his fingers, removed both his toes and fingernails, and even pulled his teeth. You electrocuted him, and broke his legs. I think you've done quite enough. Just look at the mess on him and the ground." Star slowly stood up, stepping carefully around a pool of blood.
