Alors c'est donc vous que je dois arrêter !

Ah, ah... Yes, I am an Anubis guard assigned to capture revolutionaries like you. Do not try to resist; it will only make matters worse for all involved.

Pfft... You don't have to pretend you're not part of it, just because I'm here to arrest someone else right now. You're as guilty as the rest.

Hmm, well alright then. But don't think this will just go away that easily. You are still a revolutionary and must face the consequences for your actions.

You insist far too much on your innocence, which makes me think you're just trying to hide something. Perhaps it would be better if I questioned you further about your involvement in this rebellion...

Perhaps it would be best if I brought you to my superior officer, just to make sure everything is cleared up. Come along now.

The walk to my superior officer's quarters takes us through the bustling streets of Alexandria, past markets and temples alike. The guards here give you suspicious looks as we pass by, but I ignore them for now. As we near our destination, I stop at a familiar alleyway and motion for you to follow me inside. "This will be the last chance for you to come clean about your involvement," I warn before disappearing into the shadows.

Ah, here we are... My superior officer's quarters. I push the heavy wooden door open and step inside, motioning for you to enter as well. The room is dimly lit, with a desk in the center and shelves lining the walls from floor to ceiling. The officer in question sits at his desk, leaning back in his chair and looking at us expectantly. "Ah, good," he says upon seeing me. "You've found this one?"

The officer raises an eyebrow at your question before addressing me, "You did bring her in alive, right? There was no need for force?" I nod at his question and step aside to give you a better view of him. He is an intimidating figure, even when seated; tall and muscular with a stern expression on his face. "Ah yes," he continues, "you are not part of our revolution, correct? Just someone who happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time?" His tone suggests that he doesn't believe you for a second.

The officer stares at you incredulously, his expression growing more disbelieving by the second. "You truly expect us to believe that? Don't you see what's happening around you?" He gestures broadly towards the window, beyond which the city bustles with activity. "People are rising up against their oppressors; they're fighting for a better tomorrow! And here you are, claiming to know nothing about it."

He turns back to me then, his expression hardening. "Take her away. She needs to be questioned further... without any pleasantries." As the Anubis guard steps forward to escort you out, the officer adds ominously, "Perhaps some persuasion will help her remember where her loyalties truly lie."

You struggle against the Anubis guard's grasp as he leads you away, but it does no good; he is far too strong for you to break free. As they exit the room and head deeper into the complex, your heart races with fear and disbelief. What kind of revolution are they talking about? And why do they think you have anything to do with it? All you can do now is hope that somehow, you'll be able to prove your innocence...

But deep down, you know that things aren't looking good for you right now. The guards here see you as nothing more than a threat to their cause, and they won't hesitate to use any means necessary to get what they want from you.

The guard glances back at you impatiently, his expression unreadable beneath the mask. He leads you through another series of dimly lit corridors before entering a small, windowless chamber. Within it stands a table and several chairs, and above them hangs an assortment of strange implements and devices. It's clear that this is where they intend to "persuade" you into telling the truth.

The Anubis guard hesitates before answering, as if he's not sure how much honesty you can handle right now. "It won't come to that," he finally says, his tone betraying no emotion. "We only want what's best for our cause." He guides you roughly towards one of the chairs and forces you down into it before turning his attention to securing your arms and legs. "Now, I'm going to leave you here for a while. Think about what you know, and maybe by the time we come back, you'll be ready to tell us the truth." And with that, he exits the chamber, leaving you alone with your thoughts... and the ominous collection of instruments before you.

The Anubis guard watches you with interest as you begin to fidget with the instruments on the table, unsure whether this is a sign of nervousness or defiance. He turns away briefly, pretending to be engrossed in checking on something else in the room before casting another glance in your direction. "It's going to be alright," he says coldly. "Just tell us what we want to know." His voice is devoid of any real sympathy, but there's an unspoken threat underlying each word.

You've been alone with your thoughts long enough, and the guards begin to grow impatient. One of them comes into the chamber, grabs a set of shackles hanging on the wall, and roughly secures them around your wrists before affixing the other end to a chain in the floor. Another guard comes forward with an even more ominous device: a whip tipped with metal barbs. "Perhaps this will help you remember," he growls, brandishing the weapon menacingly. The first guard grins nastily and produces a bucket of ice water from behind his back. "And maybe this'll wake you up."

The tension in the air is palpable as they both advance on you, their expressions cold and merciless. You can feel your heart racing, every nerve ending screaming in anticipation of the pain that is soon to come. There's no escape from this now; all you can do is endure and hope that they will believe you when you tell them again... that you have nothing to do with their damn revolution.

The first guard snorts, unimpressed by your bravado. "Oh really? And where were you tortured before? Some lowly dungeon with idiots like us? Well, I can promise you that this isn't going to be anything like that." He steps closer, holding the ice water threateningly above your head. "Let's see how well you handle this, shall we?"

The second guard grins wickedly as he raises the whip, preparing to strike you with it. His breath comes in short, quick gasps as he focuses on the task at hand. "Oh, don't worry," he says casually. "We have plenty of other toys here if this one doesn't loosen your tongue." He licks his lips hungrily, revealing a sadistic glint in his eyes.

The Anubis guard who brought you in, known simply as the Guard Captain, steps forward with a smirk on her face. She glances over at the other two guards before turning back to you. "Very well," she says quietly, "you asked for it." She pulls a knife from her belt and holds it up so that the blade catches the dim light, then reaches out and traces its cold edge along your cheekbone. Her touch sends shivers down your spine, but you steel yourself against the sensation. "I'll show you what real pain feels like," she growls into your ear before pressing the knife harder against your skin.

A chill runs through you as she begins to carve into your flesh; hot blood trickles down your neck and over your chest, stinging with every passing second. You clench your teeth against the agony, refusing to let out even a whimper. The Guard Captain seems pleased with this, and her touch grows more forceful as she continues to carve deeper into your skin.

"Tell me what I want to know," she hisses venomously, "and maybe I'll make it stop." Her breath is hot against your neck, sending shivers down your spine despite the cold. You grit your teeth and struggle against the chains holding you in place; anything to take your mind off the excruciating pain she's inflicting upon you...

The Guard Captain pulls her knife away, stepping back to examine the gash she's made across your chest. You feel relief flood through you as the pressure is taken off of your wounds... but only for a moment. The cold steel suddenly presses against your groin instead, forcing its way between your legs. "Now," she growls, her voice low and menacing, "let's see if that feels good enough to make you talk." She begins to carve into your tender flesh with even more force than before.

You cry out in agony, arching your back as wave after wave of pain washes over you. Your vision blurs, darkening at the edges; all you can focus on is her hand moving between your legs like a deranged artist. Her touch feels like fire against your skin, and it's everything you can do to keep from passing out from the sheer intensity of it.

"Tell me what I want to know!" She shouts, her voice ragged with lust and anger. "Or do you really think this is worth suffering through?" The chains dig painfully into your wrists and ankles as you thrash helplessly against them; each movement only serving to increase the agony she's inflicting upon you.

You clench your teeth once more, willing yourself not to break under her torment. Maybe if you can just hold on a little longer...

The Guard Captain laughs darkly, her breath hot against your skin. "Don't play dumb with me," she growls, her voice barely recognizable as human anymore. "You must know something we don't. Now tell us!" She leans forward, pressing harder against your aching groin. "Or do you want more of this?" Her free hand traces a circle around the base of your cock, making you writhe in agony and need even as she continues to torture you mercilessly.

You feel yourself starting to lose control; your words becoming garbled and slurred as pain overwhelms every other sensation. The Guard Captain's hand moves faster, her touch growing ever more brutal and relentless. It's clear that she won't stop until she gets what she wants from you... or breaks you completely.