After the wake-up call, Abra collapsed.
His skin was ripped open, his flesh was blurred, and the pain in his whole body made him feel unbearable.
But adhering to his twisted and crazy revenge resentment, Abra gritted his teeth. Once he got in touch with his father's people, he would immediately kill the bastard Manuel. Get back all the pain that he has suffered now from Manuel.
Just thinking of this, suddenly, they poured a basin of salt water directly at him.
"Aaaaahhhhhhh!!!!!"
The saltwater stimulated the newly tender wound. Abra let out a piercing howl as if countless knives were cutting his flesh and blood. The pain deep into the bone marrow intensely stimulated his soul.
Abra cursed again with anger and resentment.
But these didn't have any effect. Instead, the guards exchanged it for a merciless beating.
In the end, because the sun was scorching, Manuel and the prison guards did not stay there but smeared a lot of salt on him and left.
The already bloody body, after smearing it with salt, the pain is even more terrifying than a knife stab. Not to mention the pain of the wound, the pain of thirst, the scorching of the sun, and the pain of being beaten up on the upper body were all superimposed. Abra was no longer able to scream.
At noon, Abra was finally liberated.
His face was pale, his lips dry, his skin was cracked, and his whole body was swollen and in pain. He didn't even have the strength to walk. He was dragged back to the cell in the end.
The prison meal given to him is far less than the big fish and meat when he came in before—only some porridge mixed with mosquitoes and flies and a few green vegetables that insects have eaten.
"Wait for me...I want you all to die...I want you all to die."
Holding the belief of revenge, Abra resisted his churning stomach and shoved these things that he would never eat before death into his mouth like a dog.
In the afternoon, Abra finally fell asleep from the pain, but Manuel came again after a few minutes of sleep.
The guards still brought him to the rooftop, but it was not for a refreshing meal. It was still a whip and being smeared with salt and roasted in the sun. Abra couldn't hold it anymore in the middle and passed out in a coma.
But after a pass of salt water was drenched on his body, Abra awakened from the pain again and spent several hours in incomparably painful torment.
When he returned to the cell, Abra was almost tired of eating. His eyes were angry, and he drew a rough white mark on the wall with his fingernails.
"The first day... The first day I have survived. After I have survived for thirty days... I will kill you..."
Abra's eyes were about to split, and he gritted his teeth.
The next day, when the sun had just dawned, and Abra was still asleep, the guards suddenly pulled him from the bed.
It's the guards from yesterday.
Manuel didn't supervise him today, so they tied Abra's hands and feet, dropped him on the railing, and left without saying a word.
The scorching sun made Abra miserable. After finally healing a small wound, now it burst open again.
Because of his body hanging in the air, Abra had to endure the pain of his head engorged with blood. Moreover, his hands and feet were tightly restrained, in addition to the pain of the scorching sun.
This kind of torture made Abra want to beg for mercy for the first time. But as soon as this thought appeared in his mind, he wiped it out without hesitation.
He must have his revenge.
He has to make these bastards pay the price.
He has to kill them with his own hands to relieve the hatred.
Abra growled in his heart.
The third day, the fourth day, the fifth day. Manuel will report to Abra's cell on time every day, and he has to suffer all kinds of torture every day.
Mild ones, such as eating chili peppers, rubbing chili oil all over his body, and basking in the sun.
On the more serious, Manuel personally tested a new knife on him to test whether it was sharp and made slim cuts on his seriously injured arm. Watching the blood flow freely, Abra let out a sound like a pig being killed.
On the fifteenth day, Abra did not go to the rooftop, but a group of burly men suddenly poured into his cell.
"Wha...what are you doing?!"
Abra seemed to have thought of something, and his eyes became extremely frightened because his body could not help trembling because of fear, "You can do anything, but absolutely not there! I warn you, my father is..."
Before he could finish his words, the group of burly men had already rushed toward him.
Soon, Abra's heart-piercing screams came from his cell.
Days passed, and finally, it was the 30th day.
Abra never felt that thirty days could be as long as thirty centuries. During this time, he wanted to commit suicide countless times, but he was pulled back by the belief that he wished to have revenge every time.
He must return all the pain and humiliation he has endured in the past 30 days to these bastards a hundred times, a thousand times, ten thousand times.
On the last day, Manuel arrived as scheduled.
However, beyond Abra's expectations, Manuel did not take him to the familiar rooftop but to a small room with flickering dim lights this time.
Abra's pupils suddenly tightened.
In this small room, he saw a guillotine.
It was like a torture tool in the old west, with the head placed under it, and then a huge guillotine with an incomparably sharp drop fell from the sky, causing the head to be separated from the body on the spot.
"What are you doing?! I wasn't sentenced to death! So why do you do this?!"
Abra hissed in fear.
"Do you think it's possible for a person who has done all the evil things not to be sentenced to death?"
Manuel looked at him indifferently. His eyes seemed to be looking at a dying person. Yet, his tone was extraordinarily calm.
"Thirty-day imprisonment means the death penalty. And this is also what Elder Zeke meant, but Elder Zeke thinks it's too cheap for you to die, so he deliberately added 30 days to your sentence."
"How is this possible? I want to see the king. I want to see the king! He said in public that I was not to be executed! I also signed a confession! You quickly let me go! Let me go!"
Thinking that he would die under this guillotine, the last hope in Abra's heart was utterly extinguished, and the whole person struggled and howled wildly.
But his resistance was in vain.
Abra's head was forcibly put into the guillotine, locked, and he could not break free no matter how he moved.
"Execution."
Manuel's indifferent words. As the guillotine fell ruthlessly, Abra's eyes widened, his head separated while screaming, and his head rolled off.
In the consciousness of being alive at the last second, Abra's heart was filled with anger and resentment but was deeply unwilling.
"Aaahhhh!"
Suddenly, Abra opened his eyes.
He saw Zeke's figure, and the court was still in front of him. Those familiar and unfamiliar faces were all present in front of him.
"I... I'm not dead?"
Abra looked around in disbelief.
He tried to get up from his chair but found himself bound tightly and unable to move.
"Looks like the experiment went well."
Zeke glanced at the time.
"Let me go. Quickly let me go!"
"I've been imprisoned for thirty days. I'm leaving now!"
Abra struggled hard.
The crowd behind Zeke looked suspicious.
"Thirty days?"
Zeke chuckled, looked at Abra, and said, "You have only been here for exactly three minutes."
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