Dyon awoke to a mad cackling. He had assumed that he had somehow died. In fact, his last thoughts were ones of rage toward this supposed supervisor for once again breaking the rules. How could this count as a trial if he didn't even have the chance to retaliate? These chains weren't normal by any stretch. Dyon could tell that even if he was a hundred times more powerful, he wouldn't even be able to put any pressure on them at all.
"Do you like that feeling? The feeling of dying a dog's death?" The clone continued to laugh. "Here, I'll let you experience it again!"
Another savage and brutal pain erupted from Dyon's torso, but this time, he felt his intestines being dug out. He was forced to slowly feel his body shutting down as organ after organ was pulled away, until finally, it could hold on no more.
He died again…
Dyon awoke again, only to hear the same mad laughter. Had this supervisor really lost his mind? What the hell was going on?
