"You must have guessed it by now, have you Amber? That smoke in your lungs enables your pain tolerance. So if I were to do this." The man pulled the knife out of her stomach, "You wouldn't feel it as much. This means that I get to have all the fun with you."
Amber sniffled, it had become knownst to her just who she was dealing with, "You're him. You're the sorcerer."
His eyes glowed red when he smirked at her, "You are correct." The man grabbed her hair and pressed her against the wooden column in the middle of the room which had chains gathered around it. Amber wasn't able to move when he took her hands and locked them over her head, followed by her feet.
"Why are you doing this?"
