Narzack

As with everything else they've stolen, everything else they have ever taken and corrupted, they tried to break him. They tried to inflict their madness on him. Torture, isolation, starvation, beatings, whippings, immolations, bone-shattering blows. Every tool in their twisted repertoire. No dementia, no brutality was unused.

Two years this was borne. Two years of pain and suffering and anguish. And still, he did not break. Not once did they ever achieve their desired end. He endured all of their depravity. Only at the very end, did they discover his weakness. Only then, after all their efforts had been exhausted, did they find his breaking point. This man, this unbreakable rock, shattered into a billion pieces. Tossed and scattered by a baleful wind.

It was pleasure, not pain, that broke him.