u/CDLune_VA

(Part 1 can be read on r/HazbinHotelOCArt)

Cain: "It's gonna take a lot more than this to make me spill my guts."

Umbra: "That can be arranged. Fifty percent."

With a turn of the dial, the winch tugs down on Cain's pelvis harder, the pain in his hips and spine becoming even stronger. He winces uncomfortably with a grunt.

Umbra: "Still feeling stubborn? What if I just…"

While Cain's body is being stretched out and he's completely vulnerable, Umbra lifts up Cain's shirt and uses the claw of his index finger to make a thin but painfully deep cut down the side of Cain's torso. He cries out as his flesh is sliced open like butter.

Umbra: "Who's on the other end of your little telephone line, and what do they know?"

Cain's breath becomes heavier, both from the cut in his side and the painful stretching of his spine.

Cain: "I'm not telling you shit!"

Umbra scowls momentarily at Cain's defiance, but quickly masks it with a twisted grin.

Umbra: "You need even more persuasion? Sixty percent."

The winch reels in the chain extra tight, and Cain howls in agony as he feels the pulling force putting immense amounts of strain on his spine. As Cain is being stretched to his limits, Umbra once again uses the claw of his index finger to make a long cut down Cain's torso, this time on the other side. Cain cries out as the sharp burn of the laceration shoots through his body.

Umbra: "Yeah, starting to really hurt now, I bet. Now, tell me, who the fuck paid you to spy?"

Despite the pain surging through him, Cain remains defiant, spitting at Umbra's feet disrespectfully.

Umbra: "Seventy percent."

Once the dial is turned up another notch and the winch stretches Cain's body even more, some audible snaps and cracks can be heard as Cain's spine succumbs to the strain and becomes dislodged. Cain screams in pain as he feels his legs become paralyzed.

Umbra: "Cain, that's enough with the bullshit. Who are you working for, and what do they know?"

Cain: "Y-you… are a… f-f-fucking maniac!!"

Umbra: "Eighty."

The contraption stretches Cain even more. A distressed cry leaves his lips as he feels several of his abdominal muscles tearing.

Umbra: "Tell me!"

Cain shakes his head weakly and sputters a response in a weak voice.

Cain: "G-go fuck yourself."

Umbra: "Ninety!"

Once more, the dial is cranked up, and the winch reels in. Cain screams in agony as he feels more of his muscle tissue tear. Some visible dark patches start appearing on his stomach and waist from all the internal bleeding. His skin is stretched taut, looking like it will rip open any second.

Umbra: "Last chance to tell the truth, Cain."

With a pained sigh, Cain grunts before responding.

Cain: "All I'm gonna t-tell you is… you're right in that I was hired. I-I'm not fucking telling you who, though."

The henchman behind the control panel starts reaching for the dial to finish the job, but Umbra holds up a hand to stop him. He then waves the henchman away. Once the henchman is out of the seat, Umbra slowly moves away from Cain and leans over the control panel.

Umbra: "Thank you for your honesty. It's quite the inconvenience you won't tell us who, but don't think for even a second that's going to stop me. I have ways of finding things out I'm not supposed to. I found Andrealphus's secrets, and I will find yours. I will find whoever hired you, and I'll silence them for good so they don't spoil my fun."

Umbra reaches for the dial on the control panel, and Cain's eyes are flooded with terror, silently pleading for mercy.

Umbra: "As for you, say hello to your dad."

With that, Umbra turns the dial to one-hundred percent, and the winch reels in the chains fully, taking the bracket and Cain's entire lower body with it. He's torn in half and blood splatters the floor underneath along with the wall behind him. Several of the henchmen are shocked by the brutality, but not Umbra or Striker. Umbra snaps his fingers and points at the bloody remains of Cain.

Umbra: "Reginald, clean this up, please. Everyone else, you're free to go."

End scene.