Bab 75: Jared Dalma

In the dimly lit, vast expanse of the abandoned warehouse, the stench of decay mingled with the metallic tang of blood. The man, bound to a chair with thick ropes cutting into his raw, exposed flesh, writhed in agony. His body was a canvas of horror, chunks of skin torn away, revealing muscle and bone, and his fingernails ripped off, leaving behind a trail of crimson.

His screams echoed off the walls, a symphony of pain and defiance. "I'll never talk! Just end it!" His voice cracked with agony as he spat defiance at the two men standing watch over him.

The men, clad in ancient knight armors bearing the insignia of the Dalma family, remained stoic amid the suffering. But as hours passed without any results, frustration began to show on their faces.

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