"Captain Cruel, you're late," Indulgence playfully wagged a finger in front of Cruel and said, "You know, being late for a date with a girl is the worst thing you can do."
"You're not ordinary women and this is no date. Without blood and shrieking, how could it be called a date?" Captain Cruel was now over forty, but from the outside, he looked like a ten-year-old boy with a haircut typical for children, always with that innocent and adorable appearance. His favorite pastime was to use this appearance to pretend to be lost in other cities, easily duping sympathies from women who would take him home or to desolate places. He would then proceed to torture his victims to death. For him, only in the moment when a woman dies after suffering torment, could he feel physical pleasure.
