Dune was no stranger to the sounds of pain. In her career, she'd unfortunately heard a full spectrum of human suffering, but that didn't inure her to the man's shriek. It sent a sympathetic shiver down her spine, but she shrugged her shoulders, shaking it off; that was as far as her empathy went. She took a step back as the man flailed, impassively watching him kick his legs and press his hands over his bloody eye. Dark liquid squeezed out between his fingers, while his chest heaved, each breath coming out with a pained wheeze, but she took no real pleasure in that. Grim satisfaction was more accurate, and that was more from executing the interrogation so fluidly.
Eventually, as the shock faded, the man fainted from the pain, and Dune crouched down again, checking his pockets for his phone. Finding it, she activated the screen to see he already had a good few text messages, but no previews. Likely from his cohorts, but despite that, after taking a moment to drag the limp body into the alleyway, she put the phone in his hand. He could call for help whenever he woke up. She planned to leave him here now that she had work to do.
Emerging from the alleyway, she breathed out a sigh and checked her hands for any remnants of blood. Then she glanced over at the raven and offered him a crooked smirk. “We make a pretty good team.”
Eventually, as the shock faded, the man fainted from the pain, and Dune crouched down again, checking his pockets for his phone. Finding it, she activated the screen to see he already had a good few text messages, but no previews. Likely from his cohorts, but despite that, after taking a moment to drag the limp body into the alleyway, she put the phone in his hand. He could call for help whenever he woke up. She planned to leave him here now that she had work to do.
Emerging from the alleyway, she breathed out a sigh and checked her hands for any remnants of blood. Then she glanced over at the raven and offered him a crooked smirk. “We make a pretty good team.”