Torture ahead:
His lips moved, barely.
Pain made the man talk quickly: children, experiments, nobles funding him to push human limits.
Commoners taken from villages, tortured, researced at like a lab rat.
And one noble child—A royal.
"Say, who"
His lips barely moved .
A whisper — like dust falling.
"…Mistress.....of a noble...and a man close to her…"
I didn't even smile this time. Just let the word settle like dust in my mind.
That was enough for now.
But I didn't pull the blade away yet.
I pressed down just a little deeper —
just enough to cut the bone.
He deserved at least that much for making me wait.His mouth moved. Cracked lips trembling as blood foamed out.
I then loosened my grip slightly. His head lolled back, sweat mixing with tears, his breath ragged.
"Say, who else" I questioned calmly.
He again shut his mouth. Like he couldn't speak. His heart beating fast, too fast.
'A death curse, huh!!!' I smirked
I cut off his leg, making him scream harder, that I couldn't take. So, I just stuffed his cut offer log in his mouth.
I then slowly and slowly have him pleasure. Pleasure of torture, where else can he feel this feeling, he should be grateful.
I put my thumb on one of eyes and .....
Plup...
I pushed it inside hard making him half blind.
The leg came out of mouth and fall off .
He cried begging me to stop and opened his damn mouth, death must have felt better than this.
Then, just as he relaxed I stabbed his private part and he screamed
"Ahhhhhhhhh...." His face devoid of any colour only pain was visible on his face.
The reaction was reasonable but I hated it...
So, I cutted his tongue to make him stop yelling.
Dang it!!!!
'I needed information ' I shakes my head at that idiot who could only whimper.
I gather some divine energy not enough to heal completely but to heal enough to speak, you know.
I held his head towards me looking straight at him, making him piss.
Then, he trembled before opening his mouth.
And then — he began.
"There... was... a noble... too..."
I narrowed my eyes.
"Name," I said.
" Close to king, noble of east kingdom
.... I don't know anything more"
His jaw trembled. His gaze shifted sideways, terrified — but not at me this time.
Before I could push him again, he started sobbing.
"Please... forgive... me... please... I... I didn't mean..."
I stared at him quietly for a moment, until his voice cracked.
And then I spoke, voice low:
"You're not sorry."
His eyes shot wide open.
I pressed my hand on his throat again, casually, not choking yet.
"You're not sorry," I repeated, my tone colder. "You just fear your own end. That's all it is."
"True regret..." I leaned in closer, fingers flexing against his skin, "...comes before the blade touches you."
"Not after."
With that, I gripped his broken foot and twisted it slowly.
The bones grated.
His scream ripped through the chamber, hoarse and raw, no words left in it. Just pure noise.
"Speak the noble's name," I said again, calm as still water.
And just as his mouth opened—
his eyes rolled back suddenly.
His body seized up in my hand.
I froze, watching as a thin black line crept from his neck. A needle. Small. Poison. Hidden.
A kill order. From outside.
I dropped him on instinct.
His body hit the ground like a sack of meat.
Dead.
No heartbeat.
Someone had silenced him before he could speak.
I stood there in silence for a moment, pulse slow, mind cold.
Then I spoke quietly to myself:
"Sharp!"
A faint metallic scent filled the air.
But I wasn't angry. Just clearer now.
If they wanted to play this game, I'd make sure the next one didn't have time to die so easily.
I then, left to the basement where this guy put the kidnapped kids in.
But first, I changed my clothes. I am kinda germophobic, just kinda.
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