"When have YOU ever be interested in science? Last time I checked, all you wanted was me underneath your heel, preferably rolling over and spreading my legs on your command. No."
"Then I think it's time to mention that this is not purely a physical torture device," he said, spitting on her again. "You have five minutes to tell me what I want to know or I will personally pull the next lever. And that's something I know you'll hate."
Flesh laughed as her spit fell back on her face. "That wasn't ladylike at all, was it?" he said smugly. "What else can I put into this thing that won't cause injury?"
"I can't use those," he said. "They'll get loose through the bars, it will be a mess, and some goblins might get hurt," he said. "And we wouldn't want that to happen, would we?" he cranked the cold water lever again, letting it fill up. 'I was referring to that pit you fell down, the one with the other animal in it."
Flish was enjoying watching her float, but he just had to let her have it. He closed the mouth hole and drained the case. once the drain had been reopened, he pulled the next lever. Loud squeaking and scuttling came through the pipes and a pair of beady eyes looked into hers. from the sound of it, more were coming.
Flish came back into the room and opened the mouth hole. "Enjoying your company?" he asked. "This can all end, just come to bed with me for the next few days. Or would you like another half hour?"