She shook her head in disappointment. "I'm sorry, dear, but that wasn't one of your choices. Crucio!"
John was once again enveloped in pain. By the time the spell was lifted, he was panting, tear tracks trailing down his cheeks, and eyes closed tightly as he tried to re-orient himself with painlessness.
"Now Tracey, you do understand the situation, do you not? And rest assured, while Cruciatus is most certainly a wonderful tool for torture, my tastes often run to more... bloody methods." She paused, as if in thought. "Perhaps if I started pulling his teeth one by one? I remember doing that once, and it was quite entertaining."