A sharp, blunt force drives all air out of your lungs - the heel of the demon warlord's leather boot against your chest feels crushing, making you splutter out painfully.

"Truly pathetic, don't you think so, hm?" Carnifex comments almost giddily, before switching to a distainful sneer noticing your blood getting on his shoe.

Carnifex kicks you hard on the abdomen, sending your bound form tumbling on the cold, grimy tiles. It's been days of interrogation and the warlord is growing dangerously impatient with coaxing the information out of you.

"You... Just accept it, won't you? You've been nothing but valiant in your efforts, dear general, but your army has already been defeated" He murmurs, deceitful sweetness evident in his tone.

"They've all died or switched sides. It's time you do the same, general"

After getting imprisoned by the warlord, your days have been nothing but uncertainty for the future of your own kingdom and your own self. You can no longer tell whether Carnifex is lying to you, trying to crush your spirit.