Once Victor was ready, Beelzebub ducked out of the room to grab his prod, and then he stepped back into it.
"This is my favourite kind of torture," he said, his eyes glinting. "There's a form of it called the parilla, but we'd have to tie him to a metal frame, and hook it up to a battery and this is so much more effecient," he said, swinging the prod through the air. Then he showed the controls to Joshua and Berith. "It's for cattle really, but I know a guy who tinkered with it. You can control it here," he pointed to the dial which was marked with the numbers one to ten. "Should we just start off with one?"
"Might as well," Joshua shrugged.
Victor, for his part, was staring at them in horror and fear. Oh god, they were going to shock him. All the build up in the world couldn't have prepared him for the feeling of it though. Beelzebub pressed it into the skin of his chest and switched it on, and Victor honestly felt like his entire body was on fire. He arched his spine and screamed, biting into his tongue without meaning to. When the shock stopped, he went limp, breathing heavily while he could.
That was just level one?!
Oh god, oh god.
Beelzebub beamed and held it out to Berith. "Want to give it a go?"