The dungeons were dimly lit, and Anfel stood in the middle, right next to Evander's suspended body.
A mixture of blood and sweat had stained the floor, and if it was not for the tight chains holding Evander's body suspended slightly above the floor, he would have collapsed straight to the floor.
His body was limp and naked except for short slacks that stopped around his knees. His hair was clinging to his forehead due to the sweat, and his lips were parted as he gasped for breath.
Angel took him in for a minute, then raised his hand, signalling to the soldiers to continue with the torture.
Ice water hit his face violently, jolting him awake. He was not given the grace of a minute before a long whip cracked through his back, causing him to scream, a shrill, deathly scream that resonat
