Jeremy pretended to be scared while he scoped out the dungeon, looking for a chance to fight back.
"What... what are you going to do with me in this place?"
The short-haired officer cracked a sinister smile and said to Jeremy.
"It's simple... We're going to torture you for three days and three nights, offering you up to the god of the night! In fact, you've been on our sacrifice list since six months ago. The magic detection showed that your talent, once awakened, could advance to beyond the twelfth level!
But the astrological divination indicated that the timing wasn't right to sacrifice you then, so we waited for over five months. Unexpectedly, the followers of the steam demon got to you first.
Luckily, that incompetent fool Sade couldn't control you, and you managed to escape, destined to return to the embrace of the god of the night amidst extreme fear and pain.
We will peel off your nails one by one, extract your teeth one at a time, pull out your hair strand by strand, then insert a red-hot iron rod into your rear and use a blunt knife to slice open your skin..."
Just then, the woman whose eyes had been gouged out suddenly spoke,
"Enough! "
The goatee officer drew his long spike sword, and the one-eyed officer and the scar-faced officer also drew their swords and guns, but they aimed at the short-haired officer instead.
The short-haired officer who was threatening Jeremy froze, sweat beads the size of beans rolling down his cheeks.
He turned to look at the woman whose eyes had been gouged out and stammered,
"...Priestess, what's this about?"
The eye-gouged priestess didn't speak. The goatee officer asked him sternly,
"It was you who sold the sacrifice information to the steam demon followers, wasn't it? Sade gave you three thousand silver libras to clear the debts you owed in his underground casino?"
Hearing this, the short-haired officer's face turned pale, and he vehemently denied to the priestess,
"No! Absolutely not!"
The priestess said emotionlessly to the short-haired officer,
"The god of the night holds the power of secrets, nothing can escape His gaze. You've conspired with the evil heretics, you must face trial."
Jeremy was somewhat surprised by this. Although not religious, he knew a bit about the doctrines of the steam god and the night god, such as the two gods being siblings as well as spouses.
Many families had husbands who worshipped the steam god and wives who worshipped the night god.
These followers of the night god...
Why would they call followers of the steam god "evil heretics"?
Suddenly, the short-haired officer drew the revolver from his waist and fired at the priestess!
Bang!
Bang!
Bang...
Since the distance was close, all six bullets hit the priestess.
However, the priestess remained unmoved.
Seeing this, the short-haired officer drew his long spike sword and lunged at the priestess, thrusting the sword towards her heart.
But the sword penetrated only two or three centimeters, as if blocked by something.
The priestess grabbed the sword, then with both hands on the blade, she snapped it in two!
In despair, the short-haired officer drew a short sword, intending to end his own life, but the priestess kicked him to the ground.
The one-eyed officer and the scar-faced officer rushed over, kicked the short sword out of the short-haired officer's hand, and subdued him.
The goatee officer stood there, one hand holding the long spike sword aimed at Jeremy, while his other hand rested on the gun at his waist.
...
Jeremy was pushed into a cell.
The cell was large, divided into two by an iron fence.
On the other side of the fence, there were various large torture devices, small torture tools hanging in cabinets, a furnace for heating the instruments, and coffins for storing bodies.
The priestess began to take off her black tight leather coat while smiling at Jeremy and explained:
"The god of the night favors sacrifices that die in extreme fear and pain..."
"So, we will let you watch someone endure countless tortures before dying, then apply even more terrifying tortures onto you."
"Feel honored to be a sacrifice to my lord!"
Her body was covered with scars, some of which appeared fresh and seemed to be the result of self-flagellation.
Six bullets had pierced her leather coat but not her body; they were blocked and stuck in her skin. Before Jeremy's eyes, she directly pulled out the six bullets...
Pain brought a pleased expression to her face.
The priestess beckoned, and the one-eyed officer and the scar-faced officer dragged the naked short-haired officer into the cell, tying him to a torture rack.
The goatee officer brought in a pot filled with water, hanging it over the furnace to heat.
Before long, the pot of water boiled.
The one-eyed officer scooped a spoonful of boiling water and poured it over the short-haired officer's thigh.
"Ugh..."
To prevent him from biting his tongue to commit suicide, the short-haired officer's mouth was stuffed with a cloth gag. In severe pain, he could only make muffled sounds, his body desperately struggling, but he was firmly fixed to the torture rack.
After the one-eyed officer poured a few spoonfuls of boiling water, the scar-faced officer took a coarse brush and scrubbed the short-haired officer's thigh vigorously, breaking the blisters formed by the boiling water.
The one-eyed officer continued pouring boiling water, and the scar-faced officer kept scrubbing the flesh.
After repeating this process several times, the short-haired officer whimpered, passing out from the intense pain... a body's self-protective mechanism.
"What a useless thing!"
Jeremy followed the voice and saw the naked priestess masturbating to the scene before her!
She stood up, thick black liquid flowing from her secret garden down her thighs.
Approaching the torture rack, she collected some of the black liquid and smeared it on the short-haired officer's genitals, waking him up.
The one-eyed officer and the scar-faced officer continued pouring boiling water and scrubbing flesh. If the short-haired officer passed out, the priestess would use her secreted black liquid to wake him up for more torture.
Pouring and scrubbing, scrubbing and pouring...
After several minutes.
The short-haired officer's leg bones were exposed.
The resting goatee officer stood up and came over, taking a hammer and a long thin nail, driving the nail into the short-haired officer's leg bone.
"Ugh!!!"
The short-haired officer, already exhausted from not struggling, was forced into agony by the intensified pain, desperately struggling again.
After driving in a dozen nails, the one-eyed officer and the scar-faced officer held down the short-haired officer, while the goatee officer sawed off his thigh, performing a rudimentary blood-stopping procedure.
The priestess's body stopped trembling, she turned to Jeremy with an afterglow of climax on her face:
"Praise the god of the night, for only He can grant you eternal peace!
She rides in a chariot of pure gold, silently traversing the moonlit plains, then disappearing into the darkness.
The dreams of all beings reveal to Her all secrets, She brings down disasters, letting beings die in fear and pain, finding eternal rest in Her embrace, until the end of the world!"
Behind her, the goatee officer removed the cloth gag from the short-haired officer's mouth.
The short-haired officer coughed a few times, pleading with the priestess in a hoarse and weak voice,
"Kill... kill me... please, kill me..."
The priestess turned to the short-haired officer, smiling,
"How could you appreciate eternal rest without enduring enough pain?"
The one-eyed officer brought in a wooden barrel filled with a pasty liquid, which the scar-faced officer forced into the short-haired officer's mouth using a funnel.
Halfway through, the priestess signaled to stop, and the goatee officer added something to the barrel.
After pouring all the pasty liquid into the short-haired officer's mouth, the one-eyed officer and the scar-faced officer held him down. The goatee officer first stuffed the cloth back into his mouth, then sewed his anus shut with needle and thread.
The priestess approached the torture rack, telling the short-haired officer, "The previous punishment was for obstructing the sacrifice. The next will be for accepting money from heretics."
The one-eyed officer left the cell and brought in two wooden barrels, the scar-faced officer opened the iron gate, placing them in front of Jeremy,
"If you don't want to be force-fed, then eat what's in this barrel, the other is for excretion."
It seems they indeed intend to torture me for three days and three nights...
Jeremy's teeth chattered, his body trembling as he walked over.
He saw one barrel was empty, the other filled with clear water and a few pieces of black bread.