บท 438: To Kill A Pest

In the dimly lit dungeons, the air reverberated with pained grunts emanating from the lips of the dark Fae prince. A whip mercilessly lashed across his back, breaking open his skin and drawing forth streams of blood. This was no ordinary whip; it emitted an eerie glow of heat, searing Aldric with every punishing strike. His once elegant jacket lay discarded, leaving him in a tattered and torn tunic that bore witness to the brutality inflicted upon him. The guards, acting upon a cruel directive from none other than the furious Fae Queen, engaged in the relentless torture of Aldric.