Derrick’s POV.
“Argghhh!”, I groaned as a silver blade tore through my thigh. The pain was excruciating and numbing. I felt myself almost passing out but my eyes were wide open.
“Isn't that one working as well?”, the man in a red mask asked in disbelief.
“No boss. It tore through but he is quickly healing”. The servant who held the handle of the silver blade stuck inside of me said. He turned back to my thigh and pulled the knife out in the blink of an eye. I shouted.
“If I get the chance to be freed, you are all going to die!”.
Blood streamed down from my forehead. Sweat and saliva drooled from my mouth as I stood with my kegs apart, chained by the wrist to the ceiling. They were strong chains, far stronger than anything I had ever seen. With every pull I tried to make in an attempt
