THIRD PERSON POV

From his imposing Alpha chair, Hercules observed the man tied down before him, his intense gaze fixed on the scene of torture unfolding. The man's hair was unkempt, and his once pristine white clothes now bore the grim evidence of the ordeal, stained with blood.

A hot steel was placed on his lap while he yelled out in pain. 

"Why the hesitation, do not stop until he confesses!" His Beta Neo said as pressure was being added to his burning laps. 

"Yes!" The guards responded in affirmation.

In the dimly lit chamber, the atmosphere was heavy with tension and fear as the torture continued. 

Hercules' face remained...