Once the prisoners in the cell were thoroughly terrified of Medusa, Charles found his next steps to be exceedingly straightforward.
With a smile adorning his face, Charles crouched halfway down, fixing his gaze on the middle-aged prisoner whose legs were now but a distant memory.
The intensity of Charles's stare struck fear into the heart of the middle-aged prisoner, causing him to tremble uncontrollably. "I apologize to you." he stammered. "I should not have threatened you earlier. I beg you, please let me go. I implore you, do not kill me."
As soon as the middle-aged prisoner's pleas escaped his lips, the other inmates lurking in the shadows hastily retreated further into the darkness. They were terrified that they might incur Charles's wrath and suffer the same fate as the middle-aged prisoner.
