I wake up in quite a compromising position. They strapped me on to a chair; let me correct that. An uncomfortable chair, both my legs chained onto it and my arms bound behind my back. At least they did not use silver this time.

"Is he coming?" one of the minions ask.

"No, he has something to take care of" replies the beast man. He slowly walks forward dragging a chair behind him. He stops right in front of me and takes a seat. "Let's begin".

"What's your name?" he asks leaning forward. I don't remember. I try to respond but no voice leaves my mouth. "Get her some water" he orders annoyed. The minion rushes forward and places a bottle in mouth. I greedily drink as much as I can. Has water always tasted this good?.

"Stop" beast man commands.

I make a sound of protest as they take the bottle away. "Let's try that again girly. What is your name?" he asks again. " I don't remember" I reply meekly. My voice was hoarse and scratchy to my ears.

His eyes narrow suspiciously. He leans back and folds his arms, making the muscles on his arm expand. Is he trying to flex on me?. "We can do this all day girly. Your silly tricks won't work here. Give me your name" he questions again, stroking his beard.

"I told you already. I. don't. remember" I reply now, annoyed. Everything is hurting, I am hungry, and this man is asking me something I'd like to know myself.

"Well then, we just have to make you remember" He nods at the minion behind him and raises his palm. My eyes follow the minion as he moves towards the corner of the room and stops in front of a long table. His eyes search for something until it lands on one of the many pieces laid out on the table. Grabbing a few of it, he dips them into a pot. He then walks back and places it carefully on beast mans raised palms.

I slowly peep and immediately recognizes the smell. Wooden skewers dipped in boiling silver. Ah de-nailing. The classic.

Beast man leans forward and uncuffs my right leg. He drags another chair forward and places my feet on it. A second later my shoes are roughly pulled off and my toe is tightly held between his fingers.

"You can start talking when you feel like it" he growls lowly. Taking one skewer, he places the sharp end right below my toenail, above the flesh. He raises his head and his eyes meet mine. Dark and deadly. The severity of the situation finally daunts me. "No...no.." I murmur. This isn't right. There has to be another way to get to the bottom of this! "Let's talk this out huh? We don't have to go to such unnecessary lengths" I say eyeing the skewers.

"We don't, if you start talking now" he replies now fully annoyed. "But I am telling you the truth! I don't remember my name!" I heard myself say, panicking.

This time he ignores me. He slowly proceeds to push the sharp end into my flesh right below my nail. Hot burning pain engulfs me. I start trashing against him, trying to pull my feet away. But his hold is too strong. the pain of the skewer breaking my flesh apart and the silver burning everything in its wake was too much to handle.

My jaw clenches tightly and tears prickle my eyes. When the skewer reaches deep enough he stops and removes his hand. Taking the next skewer, he places in it besides the first one. "Wait! Stop!" He doesn't. he proceeds to push it forward without mercy, just like before. "I swear on the moon goddess I can't remember a thing!".

When the second skewer reaches deep enough, he grabs the next one, continuing his previous action. The pain was excruciating; my entire body was on flames. The room was getting too hot. A cry breaks out from my lips "Please stop! I am telling the truth!".

This time he does. He looks up and locks his eyes with mine. "This is your last chance. If you don't know your name, tell me everything else. Now." I felt utterly hopeless hearing that.

"The only memory I have right now is waking up in that cell. I don't remember a single thing before that; my name, where I am from nor how I ended up here".

His eyes search mine, not believing a word. "Pliers" he nods at the minion. The minion quicky hands It over. His eyes meet mine for a second. There is no pity or sympathy in them. He looked almost happy at what beast man was doing to me.

Without a single warning, the beast man grips the edges of my nail with the plier and yanks them off. I scream loudly trashing violently against the chair. Black spots dance beneath my lids; my headache from earlier increases tenfold.

"Skewers, again" I hear the beast man say. "No...listen to me. I don't remember shit! How many times do I have to keep saying this?" He looks up with a scowl on his face. His eyes fall on my head and suddenly pauses, noticing something. His hands grab my chair and push it forward. Grabbing my chin, he tilts it sideways inspecting my head. "Her heads bleeding"

"Where did you hit your head?" he notices my confused expression and puts two and two together "Never mind, patch her up and put her in the upper cell. We don't want her dying yet"

"Yes alpha" the others reply, putting away the devices. Beast man gets up ready to leave. "Wait. What happens to me now?" I question tiredly, barely able to keep my eyes open.

He pauses at the door "Now, you wait for your trial" he says without turning back.

"Why am I being trialed? What did I do?"

He slowly turns his head, facing me.

"For being a traitor. For killing innocent creatures"

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