[ The guards let Alucard fall. The inquisitor looks down at him for a few seconds before grinding his heel into the burned hand. ]

Feed him and return him to the pillory. Do not allow him to sleep. Have him whipped at dawn, if he tries.

[ It's two more frigid nights before Alucard encounters the Inquisitor again. The next two days consist of his orders, of course, but he doesn't oversee them. Short periods of intense pain followed by longer ones of discomfort and isolation or humiliation. No sleep.

On the second night, Alucard it returned to the Inquisitor. The same nicer cell. the same hot meal. A moth or two, flitting about the candle. ]

Are you ready to confess, now?