Bab 349: Brutality

"How fucking vile," I muttered under my breath as I took a knee by the side of the two survivors. 

It was a man and a woman, both looking to be in their early twenties. Yet, as if her turn has yet to come, the woman was actually in a pretty good state. 

A pretty good state, within the frame of reference of the cave I stepped in, that is. 

Her body was filthy. Blood, earth, and piss mixed all over her clothes, giving off a disgusting stench. Yet, besides several bruises and some heavy trauma to the head, the girl was relatively okay. 

And the man... His state was the direct opposition, bearing marks of prolonged torture.

Save for his relatively intact genitals, the young man went through a pretty similiar stuff to another man whose corpse I noticed before. 

His face was cut into pieces. Yet, as if to torture him by making him watch as well, his eyes were intact.