Don Turtelli stepped into the room. He was brandishing his favorite 'tool', a feather. He drew closer to your trapped body, and he twirled the feather between his fingers. He looked into your eyes and spoke, "Where did you hide the diaogem?" You have no idea what he is talking about and you tell him so. He doesn't believe you, "If you won't tell me willingly..." He trails off as he begins to head for your feet. He unlaces your right shoe and slips it off. You decide to...
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