since claws, lasers, and tongues even circular brushes were not giving more than just light laughter, they went to more intense actions. no break for the wicked and poor reaper to rest, he would see the next tools emerging from the stocks inside, wide roller brushes, they moved right onto his soles and soon, they decided to not go easy anymore, high speed, both rollers began to spin with high speed and left one moving up and right one down in loop up and down, danger mark appeared and soon, Reaper was laughing like crazy, struggling and squirming, trying to tug his paws free from the rollers, toes were not able to curl, his paws were held still, straight to smoothen those real soft soles. captives were not anymore playing around, they want the information right now. even if it means that he faints, because they will wait and continue it more most likely.

"you asked for it...We'll make you BEG and TELL us your target!"