[ WP ] Write a story where the antagonist is doing something obviously horrible , but by the end of the story make me want to side with him over the good guy .

He slid the knife down my cheek, so sharp that I could n't even feel it part the skin. I only knew it left a mark when I felt the thin trickle of blood down my neck. 
 
 `` Where is she?'' he asked again, flipping the knife dexterously between his fingers. I could see my own blood coating the fine blade. 
 
 `` You'll never find her,'' I taunted him. I needed his attention focused on my face while I grasped at the rope bound around my wrists, trying to see if there was any way I could somehow slip out or get away. But he'd done a damn good job at tying my hands. He'd always been meticulous. 
 
 `` Oh, I'll find her,'' he responded. The confidence in his voice was overwhelming. `` One way or another. You can tell me, or I can kidnap a hundred of your friends from the Brotherhood. And I can do the exact same thing to them.'' He slid the knife up my arm for emphasis, leaving a red stripe that began to seep outwards. `` 99 of them will probably defy me, just like you. 99 of them would rather die than tell me where the ritual will be taking place. But if I have learned anything in my journey, it is that there is always a coward. There will *always* be one who will break before the knife even touches his flesh.'' He wiped the blood off the blade using my pant leg. 
 
 `` Why are you doing this?'' I asked. 
 
 He took the seat across from me, sheathing his weapon for the time being. 
 
 `` You know *exactly* why I'm doing this. Your brotherhood kidnapped her in the night -- -'' 
 
 `` We did n't *kidnap her*! She *came with us* willingly when we showed her the scrolls.'' 
 
 `` No!'' He bared his teeth like a caged animal. `` She would n't have done that. She would have come to me first. She would have brought me!'' 
 
 `` She did n't,'' I answered calmly. 
 
 `` And that's how I know you're lying,'' he answered. He stood again and went over to his table to select another torture implement. 
 
 `` You ca n't ignore destiny!'' I shouted, pulling against my ropes with all my might. `` She *is* the one from the prophecy! She is the only one who can save the Kingdom!'' 
 
 `` I do n't care about the kingdom,'' he answered. His voice was soft, almost a whisper. `` I do n't care about the king. I do n't care about the queen. I do n't care about magic, or about some far-off wizard's plans. I do n't care about the Brotherhood, or about the Prophecy. The only thing I care about is getting my sister back and keeping her safe.'' He held up the knife again, and his tone grew hard and cold. `` Now where is she?''
