Everyone looked on in horror.
Whether it was the mob or the pirates, none of them could imagine the kind of pain and torture that this man was going through that it had even made him pull out his own manhood, and yet, he was still rolling around on the ground.
It was exactly as Eros had said.
He was suffering the sexual frustration of a hundred people.
His skin became red, and tears rushed down his eyes as he pleaded for release.
"I'll talk! I'll talk!! Please just make it STOP! Make it STOP!!"
It had only been a few seconds and this man had been brought to the brink of madness.
Eros waved his hand and the dark energy that had gone into the man's body came right out of him.
He lay hands wide open on the ground.
His body was bloody from the mutilation that he had suffered as a result of what he had done to himself.
People watched in contemplation of what to fear more.
Which was truly scarier, Eros that could achieve such torture or the torture itself?
