Chapter 895: Volkov's funny activities

Richard's piercing screams shattered the heavy silence, carrying an intense and agonizing pain.

Every syllable was a painful symphony—a building crescendo of suffering that echoed through the chamber and into the depths of despair.

The sound of his screams was so intense that his voice cracked, to the point he could do nothing but make guttural sounds akin to those of an injured beast.

Those were the anguished cry of a man who had been pushed to his limits, the raw expression of a soul that had been beaten but was still unwilling to surrender to the man in front of him.

"AAAAAAAAH!"

"YOU BASTARD! MOTHER FUCKER!"

As the chains of aclaitrium ore wrapped themselves around Richard's shaking body, their frigid touch tore into his flesh like tendrils.

More and more times, the knife was used. With each stroke, red streams cascaded down his skin, painting this horrible scene of misery.