It's been a few hours since they started dragging the super heated blade across my body, my sizzled and popped as the foul stench of burning flesh conquered the entire span of the room. I had hundreds of minor cuts and around 7 or 8 deeper cuts, the minor cuts would probably heal. The torturer seemed to possessed a strong understanding on the anatomy of the human body, he made sure never to place a wound anywhere that'd kill me.
And for some reason, he seemed to be trying not to cripple me. They probably would have some experimental use for my body so maybe they needed me in decent shape for that?
The man drove his burning hot blade into my leg, he let it singe my bone, shred and burn my muscles and then twisted the blade, tearing through muscle and flesh as if it were warm butter. He took the blade out of my thigh, he then coated his hand in Mana and drove it into my piping hot wound.
Well, for someone who's hand was coated in Mana I doubt it was more than luke warm. He used his hands to find my ligaments and cartilage, he started flicking at my cartilage, slowly chipping parts of it off, I then began to feel as if all the cuts that had been seared onto my body were being sliced at again.
"Because my hand is inside your body, I can sort of control the residual Mana particles that were left inside your body when I cut you. Thing is, I can only bring the temperature of your cuts higher... So how does it feel? The hundreds of cuts infringed onto your body are now burning at temperatures double that of my blade!"
I 'watched' in boredom as more of flesh burnt, smoke, I could smell the soot came off my skin as my wounds heated up. My expression didn't change throughout, actually it hadn't changed ever since I got kidnapped. Here, I didn't have to act like a brother or a noble. I could just relax.
I moved my head around and cracked my neck as the guy continued to torture me. Then, I felt a blow land on my liver, it winded me but I didn't make a sound. The super heated blade was stabbed into my liver, blood started seeping out from my wound, the torturer twisted his blade, flesh was shredded and my liver was being cooked from the inside out.
'Boring, how fucking boring. When I was initially brought here, I thought the torture would be interesting but this... this Is just common place torture.'
***
And just like that, around 6 months past by. Day in and day out I was tortured and was given only an hour or so to rest. The healing process was also pretty painful, it seemed like the healing mages here had been trained to make the healing process as painful as possible. I was usually only allowed to sleep for 3 to 4 hours a day.
Right now, I was being healed, I had several shards of bone protruding from my skin, a fair amount of the bone on my arm had been exposed. You could see my bones and ligaments, or what was left of them. I had quite a lot of internal bleeding. And a lot of my skin had been turned into scar tissue. I probably had what, 5 or so scars that wouldn't heal any time soon. They were trying to minimise the amount of scar tissue I would get, this is because the area of flesh nearby a scar can end up becoming fully numb. And obviously, that'd be bad since it'd decrease the amount of flesh they would have to work with.
Then, I heard a metal door creak open. My mind and body understood who it was immediately. It was that man, the man who didn't need to use even a single spell to beat me even when I was buffed by Iris.
Oh that reminds me... she's dead, isn't she?
Once the mage finished healing my wounds they left immediately and there I was, left with the man who had caused me a fair amount of inconvenience.
"It's been 6 months, and we've not heard a scream from you yet? At first I thought the torturers were incompetent. But looking at you, I can tell that you're just... abnormal? That's probably the best way to describe something like you. Anyways, I'll probably have you tortured for another year maybe? I'm not too sure, but anyways."
He walked over to me and plunged his hand into my stomach, blood flowed from my mouth and I coughed some blood out.
"In this Kingdom, we have a place where we hold gladiator fights. Usually, we have prisoners of war fight other prisoners of war, students from our academy and anyone else really. People get a kick from watching these fights and even participating in them. After I get bored of torturing you, I think I'll send you to the coliseum. Partly because I'm curious to see how you'll fair, but you see, people who die in the coliseum never die a decent death... and I really REALLY want to tell your older sister about everything you'll go through. I'm sure she'll make a fantastic face..."
I tilted my head, and tried my best to make eye contact with him... or rather, eye lid contact? Well, the technicalities don't matter.
"I look forward to it, my body's not been allowed to move in the last 6 months, so I've been looking forward to a stretch."
I never really liked fighting, but today, for the first time in years, I felt excitement...
(A/N: What yall more interested in? Him getting tortured or fights?)