Bab 65: Torture

Uric started by slowly peeling away Isaac's resistance to pain. With a whip he lashed at him gently, as though it was but a tap. It left no wound but it was enough to leave a lasting red mark.

The intensity of the whips increased until flesh was rendered with every hit. His face, his chest, his stomach, groin, legs, nothing was spared.

With terrifying precision to butcher a man with a whip.

It was painful, but every time he wanted to scream Isaac could bite his tongue. It was painful, yes, but it stopped him from crying out loud. Soon, he was drenched in cold sweat as well as his blood that burned with every drop.

He should've fainted, but Uric did not allow him such luxuries and even ripped one of his eye lids, "It will heal back, don't worry."

Isaac was losing his breath. He had lost a ton of blood, but through Uric's expertise the sensation had not numbed a little bit. The pain was constant, and it only got worse with time.