The second year
The Vice warden said at this time, "Let's start with criminal number 115."
[Fck no! Liam, let's run from here.]
Liam was about to reply when he blackout for a moment and found himself back in the restricted darkness. The souls once again changed their position.
He focused on Ziam, who was looking around with his mouth wide open. "Shit shit, why now?" Ziam said with a pale face. He glanced at the stage and saw the second head guard coming to the front.
The second guard asked the second year, "Who wants to teach some manner to this year's rat?" To this, all the second year placed their hand up. The second guard nodded his head, then selected a buffed-up guy from the group.
At that time, all the first years backed away from him, making space for him to move to the side toward the second-year batch. He just stood frozen at this development.
The first-year head guard said at this moment, "Criminal number 115 come out. Our vice warden gives you this special opportunity, so be great full and show us what you got."
He just started on the stage with a red face.
Liam's voice came at this moment, [control yourself, no point cursing here.]
He took a breath and looked at his opponent. His legs started shaking and his breath become fast. "No, I will not fight this guy." Not thinking more, he turned around and ran in the opposite direction of the hall, leaving everyone stunned.
After a few seconds of silence, the second head guard shouted to the guards. "What are you doing? Grabbed that bastard here."
Ziam continued to run around the hall when he heard some sound and saw 10s of guards chasing him. They were using their mana. He panicked and try to increase his speed, but at that moment something collided with his back, sending him rolling to the hard ground.
The guard wasted no time and captured him. Two of them grabbed his both legs and started dragging him to the space between the first and the second-year batch.
He desperately struggles in the guard's hand. "Leave me. Don't you know I am a Duisberg? Let me go at this moment. Please no, I do want to feel more pain. If you leave me, I will make—"
It amazed Liam to see Ziam starting from threat to greed and then begging and sobbing. The guy now shredding so many tears while begging, 'Damn, if only he uses this brain from the start.'
The guards ignored him and threw him in front of the buffed second-year. He saw all sympathy in the eyes of second years while the first years were looking with fear fill curiosity.
<Idiot> He ignored Liam's remark, glanced at the stage, and saw both Fatty Vice and the first head guard were starting dead to him.
Then he came to the realization that almost made him piss. He glanced at the second year and then at the fatty vice warden. 'Shit please, no fatty vice.' He knew if the Vice Warden jumped on him that his chances of survival were close to none.
The Vice warden said to the second year while pointing at him, "I don't care how much time it takes. I want to hear a scream loud enough to reach the first level of prison."
The second year nodded his head and started moving toward him. He did not know when but he found himself surrounded by 10s of guards, making a big circular region around the students. He could not run now. All the doors were closed. He had to feel the pain once again. The light in his eyes dimmed. He looked like the super-depressed guy, ready to take a major step.
Like a single point of light to the man living in the darkness, like that far away oasis full of water, Liam's voice came as the hope [Ziam stop panicking dude. Just follow my lead.]
He whimpered, "I don't want to feel pain. No pain please."
[Dude, stop crying like a bitch and focus fast.]
"but-"
[Stop arguing do what I say. We don't have much time. I know how to handle this kind of situation if you can follow my lead.]
Ziam nodded and took some deep breaths to calm down. The second-year student was standing just next to him. He asked Liam, "Now what next?"
[Place your right hand on your chest and bend a little.]
"Mm," Ziam took the position while staring at the punch coming from his face. "Speak fast."
[Now wait for the punch to touch you. The moment you felt opponent knuckles fall back on your hips.]"What it's so comp-"
Bam!
A solid punch landed on his face that send him flying on the ground.
"Aaaaah aha," He started rolling on the ground. It hurts, it hurt so much. He opened his eyes and saw what appeared to be a leg coming for his face.
Bam!
Creak!
A kick sent him rolling. His head started rolling. He did not know what was going on around him.
BOOM! A solid kick landed on his stomach.
Uaaaaa. He vomited out everything thing he had for breakfast. Everything became black for him when he heard the second year, "Damn bastard," and a barrage of kicks started.
After many kicks, he barely opened his eyes. "Ahh no, please stop! I beg you. I am sorry." He pleaded in a loud voice. The beating stopped. He looked up and saw the smile on 2nd-year face.
[Clench your teeth.]
He followed Liam's instruction without wasting time and Bam!
A punch landed on his nose. He wanted to scream, but Bam! Baam! Two more punches landed on his face. He lifelessly lay on the ground, everything was spinning around him.
His eyes were closing, but then he felt a tug. He heard a low voice, "No, not so fast. You have to feel the love of us seniors," and the next moment, that guy sent him rolling to the ground. This time the ground was not hard rock, but he felt wet.
With wetness came the rotten smell all around him. This jolted him.
[Don't open your eyes.]
He wanted to ask but then froze in realization. He opened his eyes and found he was in the same place where he just vomited. "Uaaa", with no control, he started vomiting more.
The second year said with a smile on his face, "Oh, you are back to your sense. Well, let the fun begin." That was the last thing he remembered. After that, there was pain and lots of pain.
Ziam faced the second year for 30 minutes. The second year used every technique he knew to torture Ziam. After 30 minutes of screaming and torture, Ziam collapsed.
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