Guilian felt his breathing get a little heavier, the effort required to maintain his composure almost making him break out in a sweat. He wanted to control the shaking in his hand, and control the urge to lash out with something more. He let his slowly building confidence talk to the voices, to calm them with the knowledge he was far from finished. Hearing the magic almost croon at Rabastan's praise, he licked his lips.
His gaze fell on the muggle, his eyes looking dark as he saw the fear on his face. Guilian wanted to laugh at the sight of someone afraid of him as he heard Rabastan's suggestion to do something that was stronger. He didn't like the way those eyes looked at him and he contemplated something else. His memory fed him a spell he remembered hearing about at Durmstrang - one that was dark, but exceedingly painful. As he realised he had carte blanche to do what he liked, he did manage a menacing smile, almost laughing as the magic anticipated his next move.
Muttering softly under his breath, the man's eyesight was taken away, and he could almost fear the fear in him. Pointing to one of the man's bound hands, he said another spell, watching as one by one, his fingernails were slowly ripped from their beds, the useless dead skin inflicting so much pain as they were slowly separated from his body. He laughed, hearing the cries for help from the blinded man, who had no idea what he intended to do next.
When the torture of the fingernails was over, and the last scream elicited from his lips, Guilian spoke to him. "There are 206 bones in your body, and I believe that when you put each one under enough pressure, they don't break, they explode." He waited for the smell of fear to reach his nostrils, his eyes glistening with a sense of... anticipation at the thought. Looking to Rabastan, he wanted to see his reaction to what he was about to do.
"Why don't we start with the 26 in your hand?" His tone was casual, but as he worked the magic with the same grace and finesse he put into all his work, he set about letting the bones in one finger slowly expand. A scream erupted from the man's throat just as he heard the satisfying 'crackle' in a finger. His manacled hand stopped him from moving it too far, but Guilian was slowly and methodically working along the hand.