Rhys was tied securely to the stake, his hands hanging by the top of the stake. His arms were bound to the stake, with his legs were also secured to the stake, and the ropes wrapped around his thighs, knees, ankles, feet, ankles, hips, back, and torso.
The man had his arms folded across his chest and his lips stretched into an evil smile as he watched Rhys getting tortured.
After what seemed like ages, Rhys was left to wait in complete silence. The only noises he heard were the faint sounds from people passing by, the whistling of the wind, and his own breathing.
" Where are we heading? And what is this place called? " Rhys asked curiously.
" You'd rather waste your time asking stupid questions like those now. We have already covered this. We're going to the Dark Forest. There's nothing to fear. I promise I won't let anyone get near you" The man replied coldly without any emotion.
" I have a name. It's Rhys, sir." Rhys said coldly.