"Ahhhhhhhh"
Bittu let out another shrill cry when the skeleton hit him in his stomach.
"Ahhhhhhhh"
The skeleton want not able to kill Bittu because of the insignificant amount of damage it did when it hit him and he knew that, so his concerns were to deal with this pain not the skeleton.
But,
An agonizing hour had passed since Bittu's torture began, each moment stretching like an eternity but he found no way out of the situation.
In this time though, a pool of the darkest, viscous red blood engulfed Bittu, emitting a metallic scent that mingled with the putrid odor of decay. The ground beneath him felt cold and sticky, his senses assaulted by the overwhelming smell of iron and death.
Desperately seeking an escape from this pain, Bittu rolled away from the skeleton. The brief respite allowed him a moment to catch his breath, only to be shattered as the skeleton swiftly closed in for another merciless strike.
The skeleton wasn't as slow as the zombie, so it attacked Bittu the moment he tried to escape, but because of the pain, Bittu could not think properly at all which made him vulnerable.
After some time, not coming with any idea, all he could do was pray.
"Ahhhhhhhh"
"Please leave me."
"Ahhhhhhhhh"
"I will leave this–this place. "
"Ahhhhhhhh"
"Let me go."
The skeleton kept on attacking Bittu, uncaring of it's blood red appearance, which was initially pure while. It looked like it had just completed a massacre. Its cold and hollow eyes held no emotion. From the look in its eyes, it certainly would have ignored Bittu's plea and instead enjoyed watching the torcher.
*pritch*
The skeleton, this time, thrust it into Bittu's right leg.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhh"
"Ahhhhhhhhhh"
"Please... please.... Please"
"Ahhhhhhhhhhh"
"Let...me... go"
"Don't do this to me."
"Ahhhhhhhhhhh"
"Help me..... someone"
"Ahhhhhhhhhh"
"Help me.... Please."
This continued for another two hours. It was impossible to recognize Bittu in his current state. Right now, Bittu appeared as if blood and muscles were his only composition. No part of his skin had its original pale colour, it was all deep red.
Surprisingly, the skeleton seemed to have deliberately spared the decayed portion of Bittu's body that had taken on the sickly sweet aroma of rot. It was like it was subconsciously ignoring that part of his body.
The skeleton acting only on its instinct, which was to kill the living and that part of Bittu was dead, so why would it attack it?
The sickening sound of a bone going into muscles shattered a moment of eerie silence, cutting into Bittu's wrist. The unexpected pause heightened the shock, leaving Bittu's anguished cry to echo in the gruesome aftermath.
"Aaarrrrgggghhhhhh"
"I will leave. Please spare me."
"I won't come here again."
"Ahhhhhhhhhhh"
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh"
'It was my mistake for coming in here.'
'Please.... Please.... Let me go....'
'I will never come–here again. '
The torture continued for the next two hours.
Bittu lay sprawled on the frigid, blood-soaked ground. The cold seeped through his exposed muscles, sending shivers down his spine. The metallic tang of blood saturated the air, making each breath an agonizing reminder of his ordeal.
His once-pale skin was now absent, replaced by a gruesome display of exposed muscles and sinew. Every inch of him radiated a deep red hue, merging with the pool of darkened blood beneath. His face, the last refuge of untouched skin, bore the agony of his torment. The relentless skeleton stood over him, indifferent to the decimation it had wrought.
Bittu's desperate pleas now echoed in his thoughts, unable to come out because of the unstopping screams coming out his mouth, but the hollow eyes of the skeleton showed no remorse, only the stark emptiness of its murderous instinct. It was a miracle to think that Bittu was still alive, and it actually was.
The reason?
It's his skill: Sufferance Synergy. It was working as it should; passively protecting him from death while using the pain to make him stronget. But, that was what making Bittu suffer the most currently. As if making its presence known, a notification flashed before his eyes.
[With your skill, you have strengthened your constitution despite suffering intense pain.]
Bittu, eyes glazed with a mixture of hope and desperation, awaiting the supposed upgrade to his constitution. The air hung heavy with the acrid scent of burning pain, every passing second marked by the eerie silence broken only by his cries.
Bittu waited for five, ten, twenty, thirty minutes, an hour but, no! No notification appeared before his eyes.
'Why? why? Whyyyy?!'
He felt betrayed, but all he could do was scream not in anger but in pain.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhh"
This continued for the next seven hours. Bittu was now tortured for half a day.
His original pleas have now turned into begging. He was now begging for his life, disregarding any shed of his pride.
But what use was it? Now, the words couldn't even come out of his mind and travel to his mouth. The pain destroyed the impulses (signals) sent by the brain to his mouth. His brain couldn't even cut off the pain receptors of his body because of his skill. The skill needed the wielder to suffer, so it had forcefully kept them on, even when the brain was trying to cut it off.
What a irony it was. A weak skeleton has made him scream and beg for his life.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh"
'Please spare me... I beg you.... '
'Please... Please... Please.... '
'I beg you... Please let me go.... '
'I swear, I will not even think about revenge. '
' Please, just spare me. '
After a day of torture, Bittu was still in the same condition, bathed in his own deep red blood, with only his voice that changed. It has now turned hoarse.
The one with a change was actually the skeleton. Its hollow eyes now held a tint of intelligence.
[With your skill, you have strengthened your constitution despite suffering intense pain.]
Bittu ignored this notification, just like the one before this and before that. He had received this message five times. The first two times he was expectant, but then he lost hope.
Whenever he saw this notification, It felt like the system was mocking him for his current situation and for his weakness and he couldn't even do anything.
He was expecting one more cut, but that cut didn't happen. For about half an hour, the skeleton has unexpectedly left him alone. He cautiously separated his hands a bit, enough to see that the skeleton was standing before a big rock.
It had its hand on the rock, doing something when suddenly, it turned its skull. With its hollow eyes that flickered with an otherworldly blue glow, it stared right into Bittu's eyes and did something totally unexpected.
"..... Keke... ", it laughed. It was unknown how it could laugh with its skeletal frame, but the laugh sent chills down his spine. It made his body shudder involuntarily.
'I should run. '
"Ahhhhhhhhhhh"
'Da*n'
'With the current situation of my body, I can't even move.... even a little....'
With its eyes still on him, the skeleton, in a back-and-forth motion, rubbed the sharp end of its hand on the rock. Bittu was confused. He didn't understand what this creepy skeleton was doing.
'What... is it doing? '
This continued for about an hour. Only then did the skeleton raise its hand to see the finished product.
Not only the skeleton, but Bittu was also slightly curious to see what the skeleton had done, but he immediately regretted his decision. He should have never been curious and just remained ignorant.
But now that he knew, dread and hopelessness captured his heart in a tight grip.
The skeleton came close to Bittu with the same bone-chilling and creepy laugh.
".. Keke... "
The skeleton came close to Bittu and raised it now, sharp as a knife, like broken bones with two parallel pointed parts.
The skeleton's arm, now looked like '–= '. The first part; humerus was like a handle while the latter part, the ulna and the radius, were like two sharp pointed weapons.
Unknown tk Bittu, the skeleton could make its hand like this because of a skill. It has learned a skill related to torture by doing torture continuously for a day. It was like a reward for its hard work and in the same way, it gained a characteristics of a psychopath, explaining its strange and creepy laughter.
"Ahhhhhhhhhh", Bittu let out a hoarse shout because of the unbearable pain he felt when the two sharp points pritched his arms.
This time, the pain was so intense that Bittu saw a notification flash before him right after.
[With your skill, you have strengthened your constitution despite suffering intense pain.]
Bittu felt a million ants biting him at the same time all across his body. The skeleton's technique has now turned a little more refined. It attacked his right arm in the place which will make him feel the most pain and also lower his health just a little.
"... Keke.. Keke.... Keke.... ", the skeleton, however, was enjoying his screams.
'God... God.... Please...'
'Please save me'
'Help'
"... Keke... Keke... "
'No! No! No! '
'Someone, please help me. '
'God, please help me. '
'I will be devoted to you all my life. '
'Please spare me'
"Ahhhhhhhhhhh"
"Ahhhhhhhhhhh"
"... Kekeke... "
"Aaarrregggghbbbb"
"Ahhhhhhhhhhh"
This continued for a day more. All this time, Bittu was experiencing hell. He felt pain on such levels that he didn't even know existed. To add fuel to fire, notifications flashed before his eyes the more tortured he was.
But, as if the gods abandoned him, his pleas yielded no results at all, instead the torture technique of the skeleton got refined further and further.
At the end of the day, while he was still being tortured, the only thing that hunted his mind after suffering the torture of such a level for what seemed like eternity was,
'Why? '
'Why? '
'What did I do wrong? '
'Why am I suffering? '
'What did I do? '
'Why do I have to be the one to suffer? '
'Why couldn't it be the other way around? '
'Why? '
'Why? '
'Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? WHY? WHY? WHY?!'
Right now, hatred, unimaginable hatred, consumed Bittu's mind and soul. Hate for the skeleton, for the world, for the god, for fate and for himself.
He hated this weak him, hated this skeleton that kept on making him fell pain, he hated the world for leaving him all alone. He hated the gods for not helping him, even when he begged.
'I will kill, kill them all, kill all of them who made me suffer like this.'
' I will make them. Disappear from the face of the world. '
'Even if they are the gods or the world or fate... '
"Th... They.... Wo..on't.... be...spared... ", His last words were said in a forceful tone from his mouth even when the pain he suffered tripled. He, with his will, completed the sentence.
As if reacting to his conviction, a notification flashed before his eyes.