chain him to a chair and make him cry just from the sight of all the different instruments of torture. lined up neatly like an operating room. give him time to look at them and imagine how it'd feel, and not know whether to beg not that one or accept it out of fear of what else might be chosen
And then make him choose which one to use on him. And every time you're done, make him choose the next one, and the next one until everything's been used.
"Open your mouth."
Leader's only response was to tighten his jaw muscles further.
"I won't ask again."
Leader's gaze shifted from the teammate kneeling opposite him to the gun levelled at his head. He stared at the barrel for several seconds before complying, though not without glaring up at Whumper.
Appearing menacing as Whumper slid the gun into his mouth was a lost effort, but there was no chance in hell he was giving Whumper the satisfaction of his full submission. But there was no disillusion of who held the power here.
"I'll make this simple." Gravel crunched under Whumper's boot as he stepped behind Leader, shifting his attention to the other captive.
"Tell me where the base is...or I blow his brains out."
Leader forced his face to stay neutral, not wanting Youngest to see him crumble. Nonetheless, he failed to suppress a shudder, his breath hitching as the cold metal bit into his skin, scraping against the roof of his mouth.
"Please don't...don't make me choose," Youngest pleaded, a tear glinting in their eyes as the gun cocked with a distinctive click.
Wanting to reassure Youngest it was okay, Leader gave as much of a nod as he could manage, already knowing what decision they'd have to make.
