Dark Territory, Malagas City.
"Damn it, those two damned bastards! How dare they escape! I got punished by the master because of them!"
Slap!
"If I ever catch them, I'll skin them alive myself!!!"
Slap!
"I said before, whether they have a curse on them or not, we should have whipped them hard and starved them for three days!"
Slap!
"Only then would they know who their benefactor really is!"
Slap!
The rough voice exploded alongside the sound of the whip, causing the other slaves locked in the cage to involuntarily shiver.
They glanced with timidity and resentment at the Guard Captain who was cursing angrily while torturing the slaves.
There was fear in their eyes, but even more so a sense of satisfaction.
Not because the slave being whipped to a bloody pulp was their enemy, but because of the current state of the Guard Captain.
