Torches blazed all around.
"Today, I must know exactly how Cupid got those injuries!"
The servants lowered their heads, their bodies trembling slightly. Not a single one dared to utter a word.
The courtyard was deathly silent, save for the crackling sound of the burning torches.
"Bring me the t*****e instruments!" I gave a loud order.
Soon, several strong guards carried the heavy t*****e instruments into the courtyard. The chains on the instruments packked against each other, producing a spine - chilling sound.
There were thumb - squeezing devices, spiked whips, and red - hot irons.
"I'll ask one more time. How did Cupid get those injuries?"
Still, no one responded.
Only occasional muffled sobs could be heard.
I let out a mocking laugh. "Very well. It seems all of you are eager t
