REAGAN POV
I grabbed a bucket of ice water and dumped it on our prisoner.
Skornir jerked awake as he let out a long his just as the ice water hit his skin. He winced in pain as he jerked furiously on his seat, struggling to get away. When he couldn't get away, he release a small scream and a curse.
"Fucking hell, what the fuck is that?" He asked as he groaned in pain.
Nikolai shrugged at him, "Nothing, just water."
"Mixed with salt." Killian added with a smug look on his face.
Skornir glared at him with a look of anger on his face, "Brakart!" He snarled at Killian who just laughed at him.
"Yeah, I've been called worse." He responded.
Brakart! That meant bastard! We had made lot of cuts on Skornir's body, also given a lot of flesh wounds that made him bleed. The ice water we poured on him had contained salts which was why he was so angry.
"Well when we ask you a question, we expect you to answer it instead of being so difficult!"
