Some people told me that they can't take a story like that, so I discourage you to proceed if you find topics like torture too disturbing.
Razel was sitting comfortably in his chair, focused on writing in his notebook, simultaneously mumbling to himself the words he believed had any significance in his life. "The procedure makes them have no dependence, they have no limits where they used to have them, and show fear of the unknown where things once were known." When, much to his chagrin, he heard a loud, metallic screeching, wheezing sound coming from the lower parts of his quarters. Come to think of it, he had never heard something like this in his entire life. "What's that now, I thought I made myself clear when I asked her to be quiet."
Razel got up reluctantly and walked to one of many levers disguised as ceiling support. Pulling it required some force but he was used to it by now, and as he did so, he heard a quiet sound of stone grinding against stone underneath his feet. He made his way downstairs and walked past two roses, placed on either side of the now open secret passage. As he stepped inside the less pleasant part of his home, he was greeted by the now familiar scent of death and decay, that got progressively stronger as he descended the cobblestone stairs.
He approached a small cell with a body inside, chained to a bed. "I thought we had an agreement, no? You were allowed to scream only when I allow it." The body didn't as much as flinch, keeping it's bloody head facing towards Razel, it's empty eyes wide open, looking somewhere behind him, deeper into the dimly lit cellar. She might have been beautiful once, at least before she was captured, now it didn't matter. "So, you prefer to be silent now? Apparently I was wrong when I thought that you were completely br-" A loud sound interrupted him again, this time it was slightly different, louder and coming somewhere from behind him. Razel slowly turned around, following his experiment's gaze, and looked at the source of this unbearable screeching. He did not expect seeing that.
It was me, and a big blue transparent rectangle quickly fading behind me. As it disappeared so did the sound stop, and only I was left there with him, in a small underground cellar. Razel looked at me in bewilderment as I casually walked towards him and extended my hand to form a handshake, which he ignored, straightened his back and collected his wits. "May I know how is it that you appeared in the middle of my cellar?" He asked gravely. I said "No." while smiling, and continued. "Though you may know why I did, and who I actually am." He gave me a wry smile, thinking that he'd get any and all information he wanted later, with or without my approval. "Very well, do enlighten me, what is your purpose here? Which family sent you here? Who is trying to infiltrate Kindred this time?" He asked, getting more and more vexed, to which I responded. "In that order? I came to visit a friend, nobody sent me here, and to my knowledge, nobody is trying to infiltrate Kindred right now." "Oh? So you just appeared in here to visit your friend?" Razel turned around, looking at his experiment again. His frown replaced by a mischievous grin "I'm afraid that your friend is not there anymore. It took some time, but I'm proud to say that I greatly simplified her thought processes. Now it's a lot easier to just ask her anythin-" "I get the idea, But you apparently don't." "I don't see anyone else here that could be your friend, unless it's one of them." He pointed to a bloody corner of the cellar which seemed to be the source of the overwhelming stench of decay. Not really surprising, given the corpses lying there. "Just so you know, you'll be joining them as soon as I get everything I want to know from you. You probably don't like the sound of that, but believe me, after I'm done you'll be begging for death." As he was saying this, he walked towards a stone table next to the unfortunate girl's cell and started picking up various embalming tools, knives and shears, turning them in his hands, reminiscing. "Please drop the act, it was you who I meant." "Oh please, that lie doesn't even make sense" He said, still looking at his tools, but it was visible that he was saddened by me not showing any signs of fear. "That's no lie!" I replied, probably louder than it is socially acceptable. "You don't believe me, and I expected no less from you, but let me just show you how wrong you are." While saying that, I pulled out my phone and connected to the internet. (Even if there was no internet here, somehow the new battery I was given earlier connected me precisely to my dimension's internet, even at the correct time)
What could I do? I don't like being called a liar. "I know everything about you, Razel Paloin." His head snapped to my direction, his eyes narrowed, trying to figure out how that strange person in that ridiculous apparel could possibly know his name. "Why so appalled? I just told you that I know everything about you." He grabbed the nearest sharp tool and started slowly moving towards me, saying through his teeth. "You, whoever you are, know my name. That makes you dangerous. You say you know everything about me? If you really did you would not have told me that." As he approached, I quickly opened a flashlight app on my phone, and blinded him by pointing it in his face and turning it on just as he was about to fatally wound me. "AAARGH, you think simple light magic will save you?" He yelled as he stumbled, but I was already gone from the cellar and running up the stairs. I ran towards the lever and pushed it with all my strength, hoping that Razel was still in the cellar by the time the secret passage had closed. I heard the stones grinding, and waited, looking at the stairs. Luckily for me, It turned out as I hoped. Razel was stuck with his experiment in the cellar now, and I could finally talk (or shout rather) to him without constant fear for my well-being.
After some time, and visiting wikipedia and MassiveCraft's forums quite a few times I managed to convince him that I was an omniscient being, at least to him. When I finally decided to open the passage, after Razel's repeated pleas, he walked out, went upstairs, looked at me, smiled, and said. "It appears that I'll need a bigger notebook."
