Squirming Agony

The shackles pulled her limbs taut and lifted her from the slab. Borax's voice boomed in the theatre of stone, "The pain will be immense. Normally, the shock would kill you, but we have methods to keep you suffering until we get what we want."
Borax tore his claw through her abdomen like a dagger through cloth. His pseudopods floated down from his massive form and snaked through her innards. 
"Where are Am's followers gathering?" he demanded again. His assistants lifted her head forward, forcing her eyes to witness the sight of him probing her organs though the steam that poured from her. Borax lifted a vessel over her and from it withdrew a worm. A rope of sharp, barbed flesh. A squirming agony. 
The starved creature squealed in delight as Borax lowered it ever closer. "I am not without mercy," he cooed. "You have a chance to end this quickly."