Chapter 34: Torture
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Confined in a solitary cage with both hands, legs and neck tied to bundles of chain linked to the wall.
No food or water and just the encompassment of darkness and loneliness looming within.
His breathing heavy as he picks up the pace in a rhythm form.
His thoughts clouded in pain, and his body shrouded in sufferings.
Soaked in his own blood, with the rest splattered on the floor.
"you are a resilient one you know that?"
"majority would have broken at this point, but you are still managing to hang on".
He grabs his hand and lay it on the floor, then he raised the sledge hammer and smashed it on his hand.
He picks up the torched stick that was beside him and dipped it deep into the open wound caused from the sledge hammer.
He was unable to vocally express his pain as his voice has been taken away from him,
The first thing he started with was carving out his tongue and the complete shattering of his vocal cord.
He was turned into a dumb in less than thirty seconds into the session.
The skill he was so reliant on had failed him because they had all been forcefully deactivated by a skill used by one of the Goblins before the session began.
He tried his best to activate it, hoping that it would help him lessen the pain from the torture, but it was a fruitless effort.
He could do nothing as a constant streak of agony engulfed him whole.
He squeezed his face as he takes in the never ending agony of having his wounded hand burnt with flame.
"I admire your toughness, but eventually, you will break"
"they all do. Time is all it takes, and time is what we have. So why don't you stop making this hard on yourself".
He placed his hand around his neck, and uses it to raise his head up.
He picks up a heated dagger and slipped it into his eye to pluck out an eyeball.
When he was done plucking out the eyeball, he did not give him a moment of respite as he quickly grabs a torchstick raging with fire, forced his eyes open and sticks it straight into it.
The pain coursed through from his eyes to every nerve in his body,
He could not scream if he wanted to, and that made the pain even more excruciating.
Tears started falling from the other eye that was still intact.
"I would have taken out your two eyes, but that will be no fun".
"i want you to watch with your remaining eye, the process of my treatment on you".
He moves on to picking a cutlass from the floor,
He grabbed his hand, layed it on the floor and spread the fingers apart from each other.
One by one, with the cutlass, he started cutting off his fingers.
A single finger produced five parts, he moves on to the next and does the same, and to the next and next.
After he was done with that, as usual, he picks up the torch stick and started using it to burn the part of the hand that once had a finger attached to it.
At this point, one thought was able to successfully sneak its way into his mind.
Why is he still conscious?....
He had been put through several trial that would have made a normal person lose his or her consciousness, so why is he still conscious?.....
Why does he have to stay awake only to continuously experience hell over and over again?.....
He pleaded and pleaded in his deepest of hearts for this suffering to come to an end.
He begged and begged for not mercy, but for death to locate him.
But his calls and cries were ignored.
Pain seeped within, then came anger, hatred and the desire for Vengeance.
Why does he have to put up with this?..
What did he do to deserve being treated this way?.....
Whose fault is it that he is in this current situation?....
He loathed it all,
Himself, his situation, and the pain being injected into him by an unknown.
He loathed and hated it all.
Without doing any wrong, he is being put through an everyday torment.
Because of an event that might or might not happen in the future, he is being subjected to an hellish torment.
He now had a new resolve rooting from within him.
Revenge.
He wants revenge against those who are putting him through this.
The Goblin that is currently torturing him,
The king that wants to control him,
The kingdom said king rules over.
He will take it all.
That prophecy the king had spoken off will not come to past, because he will not dethrone the king.
Screw the throne, and screw being a king.
He will take it all and burn it all to the ground.
He will make them all understand, what it means to mess with the wrong person.
If he comes out alive from this, he will spare none and Devour all.
***
He walks in with his majestic presence.
Noticing his presence, he puts down the tools in his hands and went on his two knees.
"my king"
"do not mind me and carry on".
"as you command my king"
He gets up on his knees and picks up the tool to continue from where he left off.
"how far have you gone"
"forgive me my king. He is more resilient than he looks"
"is that so. Healer, do your work. Make sure you heal him back to his complete state"
"as you command my king".
The Goblin stretches his hand, and places it on the worn out body laying almost lifeless on the floor.
"skill, perfect heal".
His deformed body started to shape itself back to its initial figure.
Every parts that had been previously cut off, stitched itself back to the body.
"how do you feel?"
"...."
"do you see now, what I meant when I said I would control you?"
"....."
"do you have something to say"
"..."
"I...."
"I...."
"I...wii...."
"I......"
"forth general, do something about this"
"skill, braves heart"
"I have casted off the sprain of the disheartening experience from his mind, now he should be able to speak freely"
"you heard him, go ahead and talk, I want to see if you can still risk being carefree as the first time you came in"
"you...."
"i will kill you"
"hoo, I have a lot of enemies with such determination, having one more changes nothing".
"you said your skill told you I was going to dethrone you?. But I am going to do more than just dethrone you".
"I will sink you deep into the depths of oblivion"
"I will see to it that you experience the same thing I am experiencing"
"Justification be damned"
"Logic be damned"
"Reasoning be damned"
"Emotions be damned"
"The last shred of humanity I have from my Otherworld experience be damned"
"This is war"
"This is pure malice"
"This is a cause for Vengeance"
"with my emotions discarded off, I will not rest until I carve into your deepest of heart the sense of despair".
"...."
"ahahahhahahahahah"
"forgive me my king, I failed in.."
"it is fine. I like what i am hearing".
"fourth general"
"yes me king"
"patch him up, and prepare him to make an appearance in the blood ring"
"my king"
"do as I say. It would be a waste to allow such vigority rot in here"
"if he does come out alive, you can then continue your session on him"
"as you command my king"
"that determination of yours, I want to know for how long you can hold unto it for".
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Confined in a solitary cage with both hands, legs and neck tied to bundles of chain linked to the wall.
No food or water and just the encompassment of darkness and loneliness looming within.
His breathing heavy as he picks up the pace in a rhythm form.
His thoughts clouded in pain, and his body shrouded in sufferings.
Soaked in his own blood, with the rest splattered on the floor.
"you are a resilient one you know that?"
"majority would have broken at this point, but you are still managing to hang on".
He grabs his hand and lay it on the floor, then he raised the sledge hammer and smashed it on his hand.
He picks up the torched stick that was beside him and dipped it deep into the open wound caused from the sledge hammer.
He was unable to vocally express his pain as his voice has been taken away from him,
The first thing he started with was carving out his tongue and the complete shattering of his vocal cord.
He was turned into a dumb in less than thirty seconds into the session.
The skill he was so reliant on had failed him because they had all been forcefully deactivated by a skill used by one of the Goblins before the session began.
He tried his best to activate it, hoping that it would help him lessen the pain from the torture, but it was a fruitless effort.
He could do nothing as a constant streak of agony engulfed him whole.
He squeezed his face as he takes in the never ending agony of having his wounded hand burnt with flame.
"I admire your toughness, but eventually, you will break"
"they all do. Time is all it takes, and time is what we have. So why don't you stop making this hard on yourself".
He placed his hand around his neck, and uses it to raise his head up.
He picks up a heated dagger and slipped it into his eye to pluck out an eyeball.
When he was done plucking out the eyeball, he did not give him a moment of respite as he quickly grabs a torchstick raging with fire, forced his eyes open and sticks it straight into it.
The pain coursed through from his eyes to every nerve in his body,
He could not scream if he wanted to, and that made the pain even more excruciating.
Tears started falling from the other eye that was still intact.
"I would have taken out your two eyes, but that will be no fun".
"i want you to watch with your remaining eye, the process of my treatment on you".
He moves on to picking a cutlass from the floor,
He grabbed his hand, layed it on the floor and spread the fingers apart from each other.
One by one, with the cutlass, he started cutting off his fingers.
A single finger produced five parts, he moves on to the next and does the same, and to the next and next.
After he was done with that, as usual, he picks up the torch stick and started using it to burn the part of the hand that once had a finger attached to it.
At this point, one thought was able to successfully sneak its way into his mind.
Why is he still conscious?....
He had been put through several trial that would have made a normal person lose his or her consciousness, so why is he still conscious?.....
Why does he have to stay awake only to continuously experience hell over and over again?.....
He pleaded and pleaded in his deepest of hearts for this suffering to come to an end.
He begged and begged for not mercy, but for death to locate him.
But his calls and cries were ignored.
Pain seeped within, then came anger, hatred and the desire for Vengeance.
Why does he have to put up with this?..
What did he do to deserve being treated this way?.....
Whose fault is it that he is in this current situation?....
He loathed it all,
Himself, his situation, and the pain being injected into him by an unknown.
He loathed and hated it all.
Without doing any wrong, he is being put through an everyday torment.
Because of an event that might or might not happen in the future, he is being subjected to an hellish torment.
He now had a new resolve rooting from within him.
Revenge.
He wants revenge against those who are putting him through this.
The Goblin that is currently torturing him,
The king that wants to control him,
The kingdom said king rules over.
He will take it all.
That prophecy the king had spoken off will not come to past, because he will not dethrone the king.
Screw the throne, and screw being a king.
He will take it all and burn it all to the ground.
He will make them all understand, what it means to mess with the wrong person.
If he comes out alive from this, he will spare none and Devour all.
***
He walks in with his majestic presence.
Noticing his presence, he puts down the tools in his hands and went on his two knees.
"my king"
"do not mind me and carry on".
"as you command my king"
He gets up on his knees and picks up the tool to continue from where he left off.
"how far have you gone"
"forgive me my king. He is more resilient than he looks"
"is that so. Healer, do your work. Make sure you heal him back to his complete state"
"as you command my king".
The Goblin stretches his hand, and places it on the worn out body laying almost lifeless on the floor.
"skill, perfect heal".
His deformed body started to shape itself back to its initial figure.
Every parts that had been previously cut off, stitched itself back to the body.
"how do you feel?"
"...."
"do you see now, what I meant when I said I would control you?"
"....."
"do you have something to say"
"..."
"I...."
"I...."
"I...wii...."
"I......"
"forth general, do something about this"
"skill, braves heart"
"I have casted off the sprain of the disheartening experience from his mind, now he should be able to speak freely"
"you heard him, go ahead and talk, I want to see if you can still risk being carefree as the first time you came in"
"you...."
"i will kill you"
"hoo, I have a lot of enemies with such determination, having one more changes nothing".
"you said your skill told you I was going to dethrone you?. But I am going to do more than just dethrone you".
"I will sink you deep into the depths of oblivion"
"I will see to it that you experience the same thing I am experiencing"
"Justification be damned"
"Logic be damned"
"Reasoning be damned"
"Emotions be damned"
"The last shred of humanity I have from my Otherworld experience be damned"
"This is war"
"This is pure malice"
"This is a cause for Vengeance"
"with my emotions discarded off, I will not rest until I carve into your deepest of heart the sense of despair".
"...."
"ahahahhahahahahah"
"forgive me my king, I failed in.."
"it is fine. I like what i am hearing".
"fourth general"
"yes me king"
"patch him up, and prepare him to make an appearance in the blood ring"
"my king"
"do as I say. It would be a waste to allow such vigority rot in here"
"if he does come out alive, you can then continue your session on him"
"as you command my king"
"that determination of yours, I want to know for how long you can hold unto it for".
Confined in a solitary cage with both hands, legs and neck tied to bundles of chain linked to the wall.No food or water and just the encompassment of darkness and loneliness looming within.His breathing heavy as he picks up the pace in a rhythm form.His thoughts clouded in pain, and his body shrouded in sufferings.Soaked in his own blood, with the rest splattered on the floor."you are a resilient one you know that?""majority would have broken at this point, but you are still managing to hang on".He grabs his hand and lay it on the floor, then he raised the sledge hammer and smashed it on his hand.He picks up the torched stick that was beside him and dipped it deep into the open wound caused from the sledge hammer.He was unable to vocally express his pain as his voice has been taken away from him,The first thing he started with was carving out his tongue and the complete shattering of his vocal cord.He was turned into a dumb in less than thirty seconds into the session.The skill he was so reliant on had failed him because they had all been forcefully deactivated by a skill used by one of the Goblins before the session began.He tried his best to activate it, hoping that it would help him lessen the pain from the torture, but it was a fruitless effort.He could do nothing as a constant streak of agony engulfed him whole.He squeezed his face as he takes in the never ending agony of having his wounded hand burnt with flame."I admire your toughness, but eventually, you will break""they all do. Time is all it takes, and time is what we have. So why don't you stop making this hard on yourself".He placed his hand around his neck, and uses it to raise his head up.He picks up a heated dagger and slipped it into his eye to pluck out an eyeball.When he was done plucking out the eyeball, he did not give him a moment of respite as he quickly grabs a torchstick raging with fire, forced his eyes open and sticks it straight into it.The pain coursed through from his eyes to every nerve in his body,He could not scream if he wanted to, and that made the pain even more excruciating.Tears started falling from the other eye that was still intact."I would have taken out your two eyes, but that will be no fun"."i want you to watch with your remaining eye, the process of my treatment on you".He moves on to picking a cutlass from the floor,He grabbed his hand, layed it on the floor and spread the fingers apart from each other.One by one, with the cutlass, he started cutting off his fingers.A single finger produced five parts, he moves on to the next and does the same, and to the next and next.After he was done with that, as usual, he picks up the torch stick and started using it to burn the part of the hand that once had a finger attached to it.At this point, one thought was able to successfully sneak its way into his mind.Why is he still conscious?....He had been put through several trial that would have made a normal person lose his or her consciousness, so why is he still conscious?..... Why does he have to stay awake only to continuously experience hell over and over again?.....He pleaded and pleaded in his deepest of hearts for this suffering to come to an end.He begged and begged for not mercy, but for death to locate him.But his calls and cries were ignored.Pain seeped within, then came anger, hatred and the desire for Vengeance.Why does he have to put up with this?..What did he do to deserve being treated this way?.....Whose fault is it that he is in this current situation?....He loathed it all,Himself, his situation, and the pain being injected into him by an unknown.He loathed and hated it all.Without doing any wrong, he is being put through an everyday torment.Because of an event that might or might not happen in the future, he is being subjected to an hellish torment.He now had a new resolve rooting from within him.Revenge.He wants revenge against those who are putting him through this.The Goblin that is currently torturing him,The king that wants to control him,The kingdom said king rules over.He will take it all.That prophecy the king had spoken off will not come to past, because he will not dethrone the king.Screw the throne, and screw being a king.He will take it all and burn it all to the ground.He will make them all understand, what it means to mess with the wrong person.If he comes out alive from this, he will spare none and Devour all.***He walks in with his majestic presence.Noticing his presence, he puts down the tools in his hands and went on his two knees."my king""do not mind me and carry on"."as you command my king"He gets up on his knees and picks up the tool to continue from where he left off."how far have you gone""forgive me my king. He is more resilient than he looks""is that so. Healer, do your work. Make sure you heal him back to his complete state""as you command my king".The Goblin stretches his hand, and places it on the worn out body laying almost lifeless on the floor."skill, perfect heal".His deformed body started to shape itself back to its initial figure.Every parts that had been previously cut off, stitched itself back to the body."how do you feel?""....""do you see now, what I meant when I said I would control you?"".....""do you have something to say""...""I....""I....""I...wii....""I......""forth general, do something about this""skill, braves heart""I have casted off the sprain of the disheartening experience from his mind, now he should be able to speak freely""you heard him, go ahead and talk, I want to see if you can still risk being carefree as the first time you came in""you....""i will kill you""hoo, I have a lot of enemies with such determination, having one more changes nothing"."you said your skill told you I was going to dethrone you?. But I am going to do more than just dethrone you"."I will sink you deep into the depths of oblivion""I will see to it that you experience the same thing I am experiencing""Justification be damned""Logic be damned""Reasoning be damned""Emotions be damned""The last shred of humanity I have from my Otherworld experience be damned""This is war""This is pure malice""This is a cause for Vengeance""with my emotions discarded off, I will not rest until I carve into your deepest of heart the sense of despair"."....""ahahahhahahahahah""forgive me my king, I failed in..""it is fine. I like what i am hearing"."fourth general""yes me king""patch him up, and prepare him to make an appearance in the blood ring""my king""do as I say. It would be a waste to allow such vigority rot in here""if he does come out alive, you can then continue your session on him""as you command my king""that determination of yours, I want to know for how long you can hold unto it for".
