The one who got chosen was cursing and crying internally while the other two were relieved and prayed that the first one cracked. Perhaps, if he did, they'd be spared?

Ice was well-known for his brutality but no one had heard anything about his 'interrogation' methods. He had always been the 'fist' type of person that simply pummeled a person - to death, sometimes. He was also known to prolong a fight and cause multiple injuries without actually causing death. Months of rehabilitation and becoming handicapped, but not death.

Those sort of straight forward tortures.

It was the King that was known to be of the more 'meticulous' type and no one wanted to be subjected to his 'loving' care. The legend of him skinning Dr. Dre had become the story that the new recruits were told to keep them in line.

Most didn't quite believe it until they saw the dried up skin that was on display in the King's inner office. Nitocris always made sure he personally gave them a pep talk to them, with the skin on display, before they began training.

The way the King just sat there, exuding a chilling, cold display as he gave them the speech about loyalty and dedication ... then he would gaze lovingly at the display and say at the end, "Be loyal, and I will care for you. Betray me ... well, let's just say Dr. Dre is rather lonely."

So, now, the King was telling his top assassin, Ice, to take over the interrogation. Ice, who they regarded as the King's Knight, was allowed to do the first deed. They didn't know if it was better, or worse.

Did his Knight meet the standards of the King so he was allowed to do this? Or was the King merely wanting to wet the waters first? Was he worse than the King or better? Worse, as in the torture wouldn't be as bad as the King's, of course.

The unknown factor proved part of the fear as well.

The poor, unfortunate soul watched as Ice crouched down next to him and gave a chilling smile. He could feel an oppressive pressure bearing down on him but it wasn't as bad as he thought it would be. Still, it was enough to petrify him so that he lay there, shivering and utterly scared at the thought of what was going to happen.

Kyle gave a slow smirk, careful not to let his aura spill out too much. He wanted it to drag on, building up the pressure of fear within the man. He put his finger on the guy's navel, going down and just stopping at the base of the d*ck.

He paused, and looked up at the guy's face, smiling as he twirled his finger just around the area but not quite touching it. Kyle then looked back down, bringing his finger up to the guy's chest. It was a slow move, and the finger even zig-zagged on his chest, until it reached his neck.

All this while, his eyes were down, observing the finger and the guy's skin, so his cold blue eyes were hidden under those eyelashes of his. The guy, who was getting this special treatment, felt his breath getting shallower and shallower, as he felt the finger making a trail on his body.

Ice then trailed his finger right up to the guy's temple and it was then, he looked up and stared straight into the guy's eyes.

The guy, who was now locking gazes with Ice, felt his entire body freeze. Literally. He felt like it was on ice. In total confusion, the image in front of him started getting blurry, then the skin on Ice's face melted away, revealing the skull underneath.

His eyes widened, and he screamed when his mouth was covered by that skeleton hands. He panicked, trying to struggle but he couldn't move even an inch. He saw that boney jaw move and he heard him say, "Your skin is really lovely. Would be a shame to mar it."

It got closer to him and he heard the words whispered, "So let's melt everything inside so the skin can be intact."

It was then he felt like his insides were burning. From cold ice, to hot fire. He wanted to scream but the pain was too intense. His vocal chords were melted away, and he just lay there, gasping with his mouth and eyes wide open.

The others watched as Ice was simply watching the guy, doing nothing other than that weird finger movements, then closing his mouth. The chilling words were scary but then, so what? But the guy just suddenly convulsed and began thrashing like he was in pain before finally, he just stopped.

"Damn, I broke him," Ice muttered, as he saw the guy who's heart had just broken down from the intense stimulation of pain.

This was much, much harder than he thought. He had put in too much into the illusion that the guy couldn't get out of it, breaking him completely. His brain was totally convinced that he was melting internally.

Master Shifu would be so disappointed in him. He certainly needed more practice. Luckily Nitocris was around to give him all these nice people to play with. He would use the more dangerous ones on them so he had no guilt.

He then turned to look pleadingly at Nitocris.

"Big Bro, please? Another one?"

Nitocris looked at him then said, "You were supposed to question him."

"My bad," Ice replied, looking suitably contrite, "I got too excited."

"One more. Stop playing," Nitocris answered.

Ice grinned and turned to the remaining two, rubbing his hands in glee.

They promptly fainted.