"Slap…Do you understand what I mean?" The black-robed man asked once again while slapping Alex.
'Understand what? You sick psycho…' Alex thought while observing the black-robed man's movement.
Even though he said something, Alex didn't bother listening to it. He was trying to come up with a way to escape this prison. He didn't know how he was imprisoned, but escaping was his priority, not listening to the crap the black-robed man has to say.
"Slap…Can't you answer? Say yes or no?" For staying silent, Alex was once again slapped.
The blood inside his mouth mixed with saliva creating a distinct metallic taste. Alex wanted to spit it at the face of the black-robed man. But he held it in by pure strength of will. Fortunately, he was still rational. If not, the situation would have escalated to something he couldn't handle.
Gritting his teeth, Alex finally answered in a muffled voice.
"Yes…"
"Slap…Good boy."
