Bab 152: Surrender or die

Thalys hung from the post, his body sagging under the ropes that bound him tightly. His face was a mask of agony, sweat pouring down his skin as he gasped for air, his muffled cries turning into pathetic whimpers. His eyes, wide and filled with terror, darted around, searching for some mercy that would never come. The red-hot blade had already done its gruesome work.

The dagger sliced into his abdomen.His viscera, slick and glistening, was out, the foul smell of blood and burning flesh mixing with the air. Thalys continued to let out a guttural scream, but it was choked by the gag in his mouth. Tears streamed down his face, his body trembling violently, but he was still alive, horrifically so.