Turyn turned toward Kent the moment he heard him speak. Hope in his mind has arrived…It has been days already since he arrived in the Tower Prison…
In fact, for the first few days after he arrived in this place, he had screamed for someone to come to his rescue. But after three days, he realized he was alone.
This prompted him to give up and live the rest of his days listening to and enduring the harrowing sounds produced by the bats.
He never had any hope of being rescued. So when Kent spoke, it was as if an angel had been sent to rescue him.
Well, that was his initial thought—until he saw the smile on Kent’s face, and his body froze. Then, the words Kent spoke echoed in his head, and he knew exactly who the young man in front of him was.
“Who are you… where am I?” Turyn asked, crawling back to the opposite side of the wall. He could tell the person in front of him had a hand in his current predicament.
“The irony, isn’t it?” Kent said, pulling out a chair and sitting down on the opposite side, just outside the metal doors.
Gaia had stolen that concept from prison cells on Earth.
“You used to tie down and imprison young ladies so you could have your way with them. Now, look at you—the dignified, perverted heir of the Miller family, reduced to this. How the mighty have fallen,” Kent said, his voice laced with disdain.
“Who are you?” Turyn asked again, this time panicking.
“I am a nobody who happened to not mind my own business, so here we are. But while we are at it, can I know more about you, your work, and your life?” Kent asked.
Turyn didn’t answer as he was panicking and tears began rolling down his face. He was pampered so much that this was his first time experiencing something like this, and it wasn’t a pleasant experience.
“Won’t talk, huh? Not that I expected much. But tell me, do you happen to know a lady by the name of Alina?” Kent asked.
“I don’t know who you are talking about…Please let me go, and I will reward you generously,” Turyn said, still crying.
“You don’t know who I am talking about”, Kent said, gritting his teeth. “You don’t know who I am talking about” His eyes flashed, and lightning danced across it.
“AAaaaaahgggghh”
A horse cream filled the prison as Kent extended his fingers and short a golden lightning bolt at Turyn, who was now screaming and rolling on the ground.
“Now, I will ask again, and you would have to do well to remember,” Kent said, looking coldly at Turyn.
“Now I dare ask, do you know anyone by the name Alina?” Kent asked again, but Turyn didn’t seem to recall who he was talking about.
“Please let me go. I don’t know who you are talking about,” He said, but Kent only extended his finger, and a bolt of lightning bombarded the bastard.
“You can either keep quiet and recall the faces and names of all the ladies you have defiled and destroyed all for your canal pleasures. People like you don’t deserve to have easy endings.
So take your time, for you have a lot of those. I will just be here asking every two minutes, and until you manage to give me a good answer, prepare to receive a blast.
And don’t worry, you won’t die from the lightning. That will be mercy, so take your time, for the more time you waste, the more chances I will have to torture you.”
Kent leaned back on his chair while he observed Turyn, who was groaning with a few burnt skin here and there. Ken wasn’t making things easy on him.
Two minutes later, another painful groan filled the prison cell. It was two minutes later and he still hadn’t recall who Alina was.
In truth, Kent knew he wouldn’t be able to remember Alina, considering the issue with her that had happened 20 years ago. Alina was just 18 when her mom was killed and was defiled by this bastard.
So after 20 years, he wouldn’t remember her. He had probably destroyed the lives of countless others ever since then. So Kent, who knew that, was just torturing him out of anger.
It didn’t happen to him, but it happened to someone he loved, and so this bastard will know just how dangerous a dragon can be when he is furious.
60 minutes passed, and Turyn was electrocuted 30 different times. His body was now littered with burnt marks. He has even lost his voice from screaming since he had screamed his heart out for who knows how long.
“You know, I never truly expected you to know who I was talking about. You wouldn’t even remember her if it had only been a year, let alone 20 years.
But the fact that you, son of a bitch, laid hands on her and even killed her mother—I promise you, until she drives her sword through your heart, I will make it my daily routine to torture you and keep doing it for who knows how long.
In here, you won’t die even if you want to. Hunger won’t kill you, but you will feel it. Thirst won’t kill you either, but you will feel it. So, do well to remember the pain and anguish you will endure.
The lady you destroyed has now made a life for herself because she was strong. She could have ended it all like many you dump in the gutter, but she chose to keep going. And you wanna know why? It was because she wanted to one day kill you.
“I will make it happen, and when the time comes, you will know that in this life, not everybody can be touched—certainly not somebody I love.”
Kent blasted him with another dose of lightning, snuffing him out for the time being. He would wake up a day later to the sound of bats—now multiplied in number—each exacting revenge on the bastard who had touched what he shouldn’t have.
After the torture session, Kent left the prison in a renewed mood. He would be delivering Turyn to his lover a few days before the auction. For now, he would keep torturing him.
“Gaia, did you record what I asked for?” Kent asked.
[Yes]
“Good. I will ask one of Elsa’s Sentinels to deliver it to his parents. They have to know the errors of their ways and the role they played in raising such a scum,” Kent said, taking a recording token from Gaia.
He stored it away and was about to enter the alchemy tower to try and concoct a Tier 3 pill when Saintess Selene suddenly contacted him through the connection between them.
“Kent, we have a problem,” she said with a grim expression on her face.
“What seems to be the problem?” Kent asked.
“Pill Saint Riva and her disciple are here, and they are after your head. The Gate Master is calming them down, but from the way things are going, the sect might get into trouble,” Saintess Selene said.
“Is that so? Then why don’t you tell the Gate Master to relax? I will handle it.” Kent smiled and disappeared back to the real world.
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