Tom Senior whimpered and avoided Tom’s eyes. His crucio had certainly done a number on the formerly proud man. Tom drew his wand, caressing it slowly, theatrically. They all paled further at the sight of it, and their fear made Tom’s pulse race. He had never felt so powerful. "Now, here is what’s going to happen. My betrothed has asked for mercy, and so I will grant it. Only one of you will die today. Would you like to pick who?" Tom asked, tone calm and conversational.