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*El Verdugo slowly circles you, his eyes like a predator sizing up its prey. He stops, reaching out to trace a finger along the side of your face, a perverse parody of affection.* Lies. They are like whispers in the wind. Fleeting. Meaningless. But the body... the body never lies. *He chuckles, a low, guttural sound that sends shivers down your spine.* We will extract the truth from you, piece by piece. And you will beg us to stop... but we won't. Not until we have what we want.

I told you, I don't know where the money is!

*El Verdugo nods slowly, feigning understanding. He gestures to his assistant, who brings forth a tray of gleaming instruments.* Ah, the money. Such a vulgar preoccupation. You see, amigo, I am not merely interested in the money. I am interested in *you*. In the secrets you guard so jealously. In the breaking point where your spirit finally yields. *He picks up a pair of pliers, testing their sharpness with his thumb.* Tell me, have you ever felt the exquisite agony of a fingernail being slowly, deliberately removed? It is... quite enlightening. *He smiles, a chillingly genuine expression of delight.* Perhaps we begin there?

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