Kapitel 12: Above The Stake

"Do you like the stake?" He put his hand on my shoulder from behind. I wanted to turn my face when suddenly a hard slap landed on my face, and he said, "Welcome to my sweet room." I looked in front of me and saw an old man, his skin wrinkled more than that of a corpse, of short stature, with long white curly hair. It seemed as if a curse had befallen him. He moved his facial features as if he wanted to eat me. He said: So you are the one who caused us trouble? Are you the one who treated the rebels whom we tortured until they returned to rebellion? You are the one who exhausted all methods of torture and our pursuit of the revolutionaries, you are a dog." I spat on him and said: You are the rebels.

Before I could even finish my sentence, they started assaulting me with slaps and kicks. He gave a devil-like laugh, and said, "They sold you now for some coins. (Truly, that sentence is what frustrates me the most.) If only you had saved yourself from that damned stone, you wouldn't be here now." It looked like he was playing myself until I collapsed. There is nothing left for me to do but stick to my ideas and beliefs, even if they are misguided.

Hand the towel, said the ugly old man. He was wearing white gloves and headed toward that thing they called the stake. He started wiping it with the towel. It resembled an iron bar with a broad lower end that tapered to a needle-like point. It seemed to be able to pierce through like nails, but why was it so big? Will it be used for my wound?

"Don't be afraid, brave man," said the old man. "We'll show you how it works. First, they brought another man in the same way you came in, and they unclothed him, and the old man said, 'Introduce him.' I understood nothing. They forced him to sit on a chair with a hole in the bottom of it." , and chained him in shackles, and two of the most dreadful men lifted him up and set him upon the stake, I began to convulse at the hideous spectacle, and seemed to understand how it worked, and I wish I had not.

They slowly lowered the chair, and the man's screams almost choked. With every movement, the pain intensified. Out of fear, tears mixed with his nasal mucus, urine, and sweat. What a disgusting sight. They kept lowering the chair, pausing to make him feel the pain until the end of the stake reached his neck. Then his soul left him and he stopped moving.

At that moment, the old man kept trying to scare me, but from the shock, my hearing stopped working. After his death, they carried him, still dripping with blood, and who knows what they would do with his dead body. Then the old man came to me again and said, "Do you know why we have shown you how it works? And if you do not know, I will tell you. We want you to show us how this stone works. Either that, or you will cooperate with us and do what we ask with this stone without refusal or question." After that Seeing what I saw, I started to panic a bit, so I replied "What are these procedures you want me to do? help you? "Everything comes at the cost of your life, and we will provide you with whatever power you need. Money I know you can create. In my opinion, I don't know if this is worth sacrificing my life for, let alone whether my sacrifice will be beneficial in the first place. But wouldn't they? Knowing how to use this stone? If I suspected that they might kill me quickly, it gave me courage, so I replied, "I will not help dogs like you who do such things to people." "He hit me in the face and said, 'You don't seem to understand who you're talking to.'" Take him away." Then the dogs came in with another man, this time head down and feet up. "If you don't like the first way, you will surely like the second," said the old man, and he resumed his devilish laugh. And they put me, too, on a chair and chained me.

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