The first thing he did when he first opened his eyes was cursed himself for not dying. Then, he tried biting his tongue to end himself.
A short clanky man beside him noticed his attempt and grabbed the piss soaked rag. He then walked toward Silas and stuffed it into his mouth.
"Here. Take it easy. You got the thing we want, kiddo." The man said.
Silas bit down the rag and shot a glance at the short man. His eyes filled with murderous intent.
The man laughed seeing his eyes and turned off the light and left.
Silas was finally alone in the vast darkness. He couldn't move his hands as they were tied behind the chair with a rusted chain.
His feet were bonded with nails on the wooden floor, blood slowly leaking out. The pain numbed his mind.
He was trapped here in some basement like the scene before his transmigration. He wasn't afraid. He wasn't afraid. He repeated inside his mind.
He was going to get a fine torture here.
