Dungeon

Meanwhile, after Leigh left his room. It wasn't long before Vhaken came out of there, with heavy footsteps. Her face was bright red. He walked to his room, went inside and slammed the door loud enough for a bang to be heard, annoyed.

On the other hand, Kendric and Farley sat in Kendric's study. The atmosphere of the room is heavy, thick and terrible.

Kendric sat in his chair behind his desk. Farley sat across him. "Interrogate that man and find the main culprit" Kendric's firm and cold voice echoed. Sending chills running down the spine to people they weren't used to talking to.

He knew there is a spy around, in the light of news, that he was paying attention to a woman, one of the trainees. But he didn't expect it to be this fast. they even hit the target. If only he hadn't called Leigh to meet him. maybe she was in captivity by now, or even worse, killed instantly on the spot, seeing how her room was now.

If the perpetrator succeeds, making even one small scratch on her body, he will brutally torture, dismember, mutilate his body parts and ensure he dies in a very gruesome manner.

He clearly knew that hotel security was tight. Not just anyone can freely walk in, let alone to the 70th floor, under his order started since Leigh stay at the room. Which is full of his men, guarding every corner of the corridor.

What makes him salute is that the perpetrator can just walk in and create a mess. Not to mention the trainees were found unconscious on the floor of Leigh's room. Luckily, she didn't get hurt by the perpetrator.

After successfully entering the room, the perpetrator immediately knocked her down, fainting. Not finding the target, he sneaked out of the room. Unfortunately, his men barged in right in time, after smelling something was wrong inside. Eventually a fight broke out inside, to the point where everything was destroyed.

His eyes flashed deep darkness. His face hardened. One thing is for sure, if the main culprit is in front of him now, it is clear he will make the perpetrator regret his actions. He would torture him or her to no end and make sure their blood was drained, dripping dry on the floor. Then display their body outside his earthen fort

But this was familiar to Farley. "As you wish, my lord," he replied, bowing his head slightly.

Farley stood walking out of the study. In the living room he disappears from there. He appeared in a dark and smelly corridor, the fishy stench of dried blood on every corner of the walls, and dungeon floors.

The result of the torture of the prisoner, screams were heard in the distance. He walked into one of the prison rooms. One man stood in the middle of the wall, hands and feet, chained to the wall behind him. His condition was severe, but not as bad as if his own hands did it.

Two of his men stood before the prisoner. One was interrogating, the other was holding a torture device ready to torture the prisoner.

His face was expressionless. He walk into the prison bar. He stood relaxed, leaning against the bars of the prison. His eyes stared coldly at the prisoner. His two subordinates, aware of his presence, turned around, bowed "Sir" they greeted in unison.

His firm voice echoed in the prison room "How is it, any results?" he asked, ignoring the greetings of his two men.

"He is quite strong and stubborn, keep his mouth shut" report from one of the two men named Lev, it was he who caught and dragged the perpetrator from the hotel, after receiving orders from Farley to be taken him to the dungeon.

A mischievous grin on Farley's lips. he stood up straight, his eyes still fixed on the prisoner "Let's see how stubborn he is" with that said, he stared to the prisoner.

The prisoner, has seen Farley's figure from behind bars, his eyes widen, horrified. Fear seeped through his bloodied body from head to toe. There is not a part of his body that is not blood. His own blood.

Rumors speculated, if Farley intervened, with his cold hands, it would not end sweetly and quietly. The cold voice at the time he spoke, indeed made the prison room frightening. Makes goosebumps and terrible terror.

Farley stood before the prisoner, folded his arms across his chest. His face was stern with scary eyes looking into the prisoner's eyes, which were twinkling with fear and trembling. But the prisoner tried to look compose even though his body fell limply shackled.

"Speak" was just one word, making the prisoner tremble. But he kept his mouth shut. His talking or not would end the same, he thought. And he knows clearly, the fate of prisoners will end up dying in a terrible prison room.

The problem is you will die fast or die slowly with all the torture that lands on the prisoners' bodies. The lucky part, if they choose to talk, then they will die quickly. but on the other hand, for the stubborn ones will die slowly and horribly.

"Hmm… you chose to die slowly, huh!" Farley tilted his head to the right slightly, the words he uttered were neither questions nor statements.

Farley didn't need the torture tools used by his men. Everything that he is needed is in his hands, will appear as he wishes.

One moment, a small object appeared in his palm. it was just a small scalpel, only at the tip of the blade was a small jagged ball. When plugged in until the jagged ball sinks in any part of the body. The ball of serrations would spin inside, grind, scrape the flesh from within. And the pain will be unbearable, if the knife is dragged little by little in the area where the knife is stuck.

Farley saw horror in the prisoner's eyes, but he still chose to remain silent. With lightning speed, the knife flew from his hand and stuck in the prisoner's right thigh. Farley flicked his hand casually, the next second a whirring sound was heard. Followed by a hysterical scream from the prisoner "Arggghhhh!...."

His screams echoed in the dungeon, not just in the room where he was shackled. But it also sent a terrible sound to every prison room. Until it makes other prisoners in every prison room, shudder in horror, fear.

Farley's face was expressionless and cold. Meanwhile, his men, who were used to the screams of prisoners, grimaced a little.

The scalpel twisted in the prisoner's thigh, blood spurting in all directions. Blood red decorated the walls and floors of the prison.

Farley himself was standing within safe reach, not splashed by the prisoner blood. While two of his men stood not far from the prisoner. Making a small portion of his blood splatter on the body of the two.

After a few seconds, the scalpel stopped whistling but was still stuck in the prisoner's thigh. Even though his hysterical screaming stopped, it didn't stop him from wincing in excruciating pain.

Farley waited a moment, letting the prisoner take time to digest. But after a few seconds, no words came out of his red mouth, wet with his own blood.

With a snap of Farley's fingers again, the scalpel whizzed. And another scream rang out, this time the knife went deeper into his thighbone, scraping his bone. Making his screams even louder.

"I'm talking.... I'm talking...." in between stammered screams the prisoner mumbled.

Instantly the scalpel stopped but still stuck there.

Grinning in pain, the prisoner opened his mouth. "It's Ociel. he ordered me to kidnap the woman who stay in room 707. That's all I know" he spoke with difficulty, hissing in pain.

Farley's lips rose, a small grin tugging at it. No other words. He waved his hand, the scalpel, pulled out of the prisoner's thigh but the next second stuck deep in his heart. And he died instantly.

Farley was merciless, but he still had a conscience. Once he got what he wanted, he would kill the prisoner quickly and painlessly.