"Don't torture Lord Jason!" A man's voice echoed in Baron Jason's ears, taking him back several dozen years in the past. "Don't torture him! Just torture me to death."
Then dozens of unknown people ganged up on the defenseman, who was a slave in Baron Jason's residence. His emaciated, scarred body had been crushed by the torture, until he died on the spot, while Baron Jason fled in fright and wept.
"Just come back, Lord!" shouted one of the bandits, holding a machete in his bloody hand. "You have to come back so we can get the money! Don't you feel bad for your loyal slave? He was willing to die for you! You killed him! You killed him by abandoning him!"
Baron Jason gasped as the memories blurred, splattering non-stop, hitting the principles as well as the perceptions he had planted in the past.
