Pure intimidation

Pretty rare I get to interrogate folk. Might as well have some fun with it.

You pull the knife from his person and leave him momentarily. You come back with a long thin stick and begin to sharpen it in front of him.

“You ever here of piercin’ ****?” The bandit shakes his head no as you continue. “Down south, they have a method of torturin’ people where they keep fillin’ their body with sharp sticks. Naturally, ya think it would kill ya pretty fast. And you’d be right. It would. But they have clerics mend the wounds around the sticks. It hurts, a lot, but it won’t kill ye. Sadly fer you, I’m not a cleric so ye might die pretty fast.”

Much to your amusement you catch a look of genuine fear in his eyes. To push the envelope, you stop sharpening the stick and look at him expectantly. He regains his composure until you gently begin to push the stick into his shoulder.

“Ah! Fine-fine-fine stop I’ll talk.” You relent, pulling the stick away from him.

“Please, do.” You sit back smugly.

“I saw an abandoned camp and thought it would be an easy score…”

So, he is a bandit. Glad I went fer the sneak attack then.

He continues “But it was just for coin, that’s all mam.”

“Just the coin? Yer not lyin’ are ya?”

“Course not!” he says before you even finish. You sigh before pressing the stick back towards his shoulder.

“Okay fine I was…”

“You were?” you pull the stick back, just slightly.

“I saw the panties and thought I could surprise the owner and get a quick fuck.”

Surprise me and…

“You were gonna try to **** me?”

“**** is such a harsh word… it’s more unexpected sex. Like a surprise birthday party.”

You slap his face hard before grabbing him by the collar.

“Men like you disgust me ya know that? I should kill ye for even implyin’ you’d do such a thing to a lass.”

This guy is completely irredeemable. But he’s at my mercy, what should I do with him?