"Please end this. I can't take it anymore. I will tell you. Please, get me out of here," The spy cried, his endurance finished as he couldn't endure the torture anymore.
With a broken will, the spy begged the dean to end the illusion. As for the dean, he did as asked and pulled the spy out of the illusion.
The spy lay on the ground, his body unmoving while his eyes were listless and without a spark of life in them.
"Are you sure you didn't take it too far because from what I see, this guy is as good as a vegetable," Old Man Abraham asked while poking the spy.
"Don't worry, I will wake him up. Just you watch," the dean spoke as he walked forward and approached the spy.
Standing in front of him, the dean took out a small vial from his spatial storage. Opening the cork, he emptied its contents as he poured them down the spy's throat.
The moment the liquid entered the spy's throat, the spy's eyes opened as he screamed at the top of his lungs,
