Just like that, seven days passed.
A hundred and sixty eight hours.
168 hours of pure torture.
In the same dungeon, Orion's body seemed intact as he was still hung in the air by chains that pierced into his hands, his gaze just as calm and emotionless.
If it wasn't for the gory scene around him of blood and flesh, one wouldn't be able to guess he'd been getting tortured day and night for the past week, only getting half an hour of rest per day.
Orion's breathing was even, his gaze was stable and his expression placid as his thoughts were unknown to the world.
Suddenly, Raymond appeared in the room, a light smile etched onto his face as he looked at Orion then at the scenery around him and sighed in satisfaction.
"What topic shall we discuss today? Gender inequality? Oh! I have better! Let's talk about-"
Before Raymond could finish his words, a snap was heard.
