Chapter 240
The next slave was dragged forward, and as the butcher demon's knife glinted in the torchlight, the Inquisitor leaned forward slightly, just enough to ensure the girl could see his eyes. "Pay attention, little one," he whispered, his voice as smooth and chilling as ice, "because this is only the beginning."
He smiled slowly, his gaze piercing through the crowd, feeding on the fear that had locked their tongues. "Then bring me the next one," he said softly, but his voice echoed across the square, slicing through their hearts. The butcher demon dragged a sobbing boy forward, a child barely in his teens, whose wide, terror-stricken eyes darted around, pleading for someone, anyone, to intervene.
