In the darkness, Xie Yuan tried to pull on the chains, but they were firmly secured.
All around him was pitch-black, not a glimmer of light to be seen.
Every external sound was isolated, leaving him in a silence broken only by his own voice.
Just like the time he was locked under that garbage dump, Xie Ming knew how to torture someone.
Letting him die a quick and clean death clearly wasn't enough to vent his hatred.
Locking him up here, tormenting him slowly, was the only way to ease his years of resentment.
He accidentally touched a steel saw while moving around.
Xie Yuan weighed it in his hands before finally putting it down.
Putting aside whether he had the courage to saw off his own leg, based on what he knew about Xie Ming, even if he managed to sever his leg, he probably wouldn't be able to escape.
Time ticked away slowly as seawater began seeping in at his feet.
Little by little, it rose higher.
The darkness and suffocation left Xie Yuan at a loss.
