Although this area was under the jurisdiction of the city lord, she had a good relationship with the lord, who allowed her to establish this private torture chamber on his territory.
The tools inside the iron box that Brandi's minion had just brought out from under the table were some of her favorite instruments of torture.
"Begin!"
Brandi sat on the opposite sofa, chuckling to herself, watching to see how long Clare could pretend to be strong.
"What a fool, daring to offend Kevin. Humph, after handling this matter well, Kevin will definitely be very pleased..." Brandi fantasized about the future.
The minion who had carried out the box now took out an unrecognizable torture device and slowly approached Clare with it.
Clare instantly tensed up.
No way, she thought, not this kind of situation again.
She started to struggle, but she was tied up securely.
"No, please!"
