It’s a slick, wet noise, the sound of blood splattering against concrete and metal. The drip drip as it puddles, leaving slippery hazards all over the room’s floor.  Not that you could even hear it over all the screaming– but he’s been listening for it. Reveling in the sound and smell of it– the copper taste coating the back of his throat like a sick blanket, and far more comforting than any from his childhood.   

     “Okay– let’s try this again, pumpkin.” His hands are soaked red, and he turns back to the moaning lump strapped in the chair after wiping them off with a dirty rag. “I ask you a question, and you– you give me the answer I want to hear, or I hand you over to my lovely girlfriend over there.” He’s leaned in close, eyes never leaving their captive but he jerks his head towards the shadowy figure by the wall who watches with golden eyes.
     “And trust me, she’s gonna be far less lovely with one of these pretty toys in her hands.” He gestures to the shiny metal table set up with lines of sharp looking instruments, some of them already used. 

The captive wheezes a reply that sounds oddly like it’s telling him to go fuck himself (a lovely prospect, sure, but not what he wants to hear right now). One of Pandora’s ‘rebels’. Rebelling against him, of all things! Jack doesn’t understand why they’re fighting him, all he want’s is to clean up this trash-hole of a planet. To give it order, give it peace. Honestly, they should be thanking him for all his hard work. Instead, they send attack groups to terrorize his Eridium mines. It simply won’t do.

He sighs, pushing himself away from the chair and walking to stand in front of the woman leaning on the wall.
     “He’s all yours, cupcake.”