WARNING: THIS CHAPTER INCLUDES THEMES THAT MAY CAUSE DISCOMFORT TO SOME READERS. READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED.
In a dim-lit dungeon deep within the halls, the sounds of someone groaning could be heard. A man was bounded in chains, his face contorted in pain, sweat mixed with his blood trickled down his face and a pool of blood had started to form in the cold concrete floor where he kneeled.
A few meters away from him was a man seated leisurely on a furnished chair, his long silver hair was tied in a low ponytail. He had his face rested onto the palm of his hands looking as if he was starting to get bored.
“If you tell me now of his whereabouts, I will stop.” He spoke in a monotonous voice.
The man bounded in chains just laughed at his statement. “Do you really think it would be that e
