Inside a dreary cell that reeked of rot and burnt flesh. Several feet below the palace grounds…
The wails of a middle-aged man rang through the space in horrific screams, interspersed intermittently with a chilling quiet that is broken after a few minutes with sharper and more anguish-filled cries.
Victor Malverin was nailed naked to a circular stone slab. Both his hands and feet were driven through by long and rusted metal shrapnel, straight through the stone slab beneath him.
Long needles were sticking into both of his eyes, with gashes of missing skin and open bleeding wounds ravaging through his entire body.
He appeared bloodied and inhumanely tortured, but he still held a rebellious and murderous rage in his stone-like expression as he observed with a vengeance-filled glare at the mastermind behind his current condition.
Before him stood a middle-aged man in simple brown fabric that was stained with fresh blood and had pieces of flesh attached to some parts.
