Somewhere in a hidden base, a crazed looking man was currently looking at a haggard middle-aged prisoner in fury.
All that one could hear, were the sounds of several whips lashing out and the faint cries of the prisoner as well.
The entire room smelled like blood, and that the stony floors just below the prisoner.... was also dyed reddish-black from all the dried up from the woman's wounds.
The crazed man looked at the woman silently, as if watching a prey out in the wild.
Why won't she talk?
More than 7 months have gone by since he had captured the woman.... and up to now, she never defeated her master.
What sort of stupid loyalty was this?
At first, he had decided night to be too rough with her, since he needed her in one piece for his grand plan.
But as time went by, the more stubborn the woman was, the more furious he became.
And so with time, he slowly increased the torture dished out to her daily.
