Chapter 173
Chapter 173
Killian
There was a standing stove near the torture rack. All the necessary materials I needed was here. I quickly made a fire. The atmospheric temperature in the room increased as the fire cackled loudly.
I put the tip of the branding tong in the stove.
As the branding tong was warming up, I grabbed the spiky metal nails and approached my prisoner.
His eyes flickered with unease. I ignored those emotions purposely.
The man before me was reaping the fruits of his labor.
My hand touched his right hand. I placed one metal nail on his thumb. There was no need for a hammer. My strength was enough.
I pushed the metal nail into his thumb. My actions were as slow as possible. I wanted to see the green haired man in pain. Ideally, it would be best if he dangled at the gates of life and death repeatedly.
Blood spilled from the injury. Some of the blood got on my hands.
A muffled groan left his lips.
His teeth clenched together. His body shook like an epileptic patient.
I smiled at him.
"Don't shake or cry, we are just getting started." I said.
I continued pushing the spiky nail into his flesh.
Once the nail had completely gone through his thumb, I stopped bothering with it.
My fingers grabbed the next nail.
A quick glance revealed the pitiful situation of my prisoner. His body was sweaty and his clothes were sticking to his body. He looked like he had just been fished out of a pool.
His breathing was as heavy as it could be.
He was behaving like he was about to die and I haven't even done anything yet. A mocking chuckle slipped from my lips.
Since I took the green haired man and his accomplice by force, the antidote didn't fall into my hand. I didn't let my guards search for the antidote aimlessly. I wanted to play the patient game. I felt confident that I would get what I wanted before the end of today.
I pushed the second nail into his index finger.
This time, my prisoner wasn't able to keep his screaming voice under wraps.
A piercing cry tore through the calm atmosphere of the dungeon.
I kept repeating this torturing process till all the fingers in his right hand was pierced. I stopped holding his right hand. My eyes settled on his other hand.
My prisoner shuddered visibly as my gaze settled on him.
The green haired man was in a bad state.
Sweat wasn't the only thing on him. His face was filled with tears and snot. His eyes were bloodshot. Blood and color had drained from his face. Saliva dropped from the corner of his slightly open mouth.
"No-no more. Please, no m-more." Broken words dropped from his lips, "I a-am sor-sorry! I will co-confess."
I glanced at the branding tong that was still in the stove.
I thought he would be able to stomach more torture before he cracked. I thought he was a tough guy.
My eyelids lowered. The stormy intentions in my eyes was concealed by my eyelashes.
My fingers played with the rest of the metal nails that I was holding.
"You can start speaking." I ordered.
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