Warwick ended the curse, casual look on his face and paying no mind to the fact that Sirius was trembling, hell, shaking, only the chains holding him up as he fought to keep breathing. It took a while until Sirius opened his eyes, dazed, darkened by the curse, but he'd be paying attention. Which was all the Death Eater wanted from him in the moment.

"Good. You can be trained." Such a pleasant smile at Warwick and he petted Remus's head as if he were a dog. "And you're right. But I want you to tell me about that different kind of torture."

His fingers tightened in Remus's hair and at the same time, his other hand unbuttoned the man's pants and he slid it inside, pressing his palm against his cock. Sirius's eyes widened and he managed a grunt as he tried to get on his feet, only for his legs to give in again. Another bloody mark on his wrist.

"I want you to tell me in detail. All about it."