Mr Valois stood over the mansion guard. An axe was found in his room and when they had sent it to be tested, it turned out to have been covered in Charles’ blood.
“I swear, I didn't do it.” The guard begged
His eyes were blood shot and new scars marred his skin, he had been in the torture room for hours and all he had been saying was just a sentence, he didn’t do it.
He could barely speak now, one of the interrogators had cut long, deep lines on his tongue. They had given him medicine, dismantling his body’s abilities to naturally heal.
He was suffering a kind of pain that he would never have wished on his worst enemy. He rolled over the grass, trying to itch his skin. They had sprayed him with an acidic liquid that acted like chilli on his wounds, he was running mad. It felt as if a m
