The Demon King was surely barbaric, and loved to murder other living things with his own hands. But sometimes he loved to make spectacles of them.
This was the third time a spy—or a bunch of spies was sent into his kingdom to learn about his secrets, this one would not face the same fate the others did.
Their deaths were very quick, as he had willed it. This one, this one would suffer.
This one would suffer because this one had come the closest to his chambers, and actually overheard his plans. He could not let him leave.
Even if he somehow managed to defeat Destro, he was not going anywhere.
***
The time had finally arrived, Joe Joe was chained up and dragged out of his dungeon cell, all the way to an empty space with nothing but a bright light shining from above. It made Joe Joe feel as though he was thrust into the spotlight.
His ribs were still screaming in pain, it was all he could do to stand straight. He writhed and groaned.
