Dragged in chains, he fell countlessly, his knees scraping against the rough jungle floor. Each drag dug deep into his kneecaps, tearing away flesh little by little, the raw ground showing no mercy to his battered body.
Before long, they arrived at a dead forest, far removed from civilization and human settlement.
Daniel was dragged out, slapped repeatedly, spat on by almost every member of the organization—including Tatania, who looked on at his suffering with relishing delight.
Greta held a massive cow whip, determined to inflict deadly injuries across his body, but Cassian raised a hand and stopped her.
"Boss strictly warned against touching his face. Anything should be restricted to his body, not the face," Cassian said flatly.
