His fist meets your face again, a disgusting crack sounding in your head as his knuckles hit the cartilage of your nose. Then again. And Again. He's unrelenting and you, being strapped securely to a chair, have nowhere to go. His demand had been simple for him to ask, but not to meet. Spill any information you have about the Zaunite revolt. Rictus looks down at you with disdain, pulling your chin up just to punch you again and send your head back against the metal chair.