Because right now, Artur was not getting the satisfaction he wanted. Kuja was not afraid to die.
With a dark expression and teeth grinding together, Artur vented his anger on Kuja. He sent small currents of electricity through the boy—enough to torture him painfully without killing him outright.
"Why are you so quiet, HUH?!" Artur barked. "Are you mute? Are you deaf? Hurry up and curse that bastard rapist you call your father! Say he's a disgusting creature! Say he's a rapist! Say he forced Anna to give birth to all of you! You filthy little bastards who don't know your place!"
Kuja swallowed his screams.
His body trembled violently, and Artur could already see the signs of approaching death in his eyes. Yet he did not beg. He did not plead for mercy.
There was only hatred in his gaze—and the certainty that his death would mean something good.
Artur's fury flared even higher. His anger reached its peak.
He no longer wanted to torture Kuja.
