Kalix Noah's POV
I start coughing. I admit, I'm already reaching my limit. In order to save the kid from telling the truth, I presented myself.
But in return, they forced the kids to watch as they beat the hell out of me. They're crying because of fear and pretty.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" the young boy roars. I look at them and slowly shake my head, showing bravery.
"I promise... uho! We'll leave this—agh!" I growled, controlling my scream for the children's sake.
They whip my feet once again. The whip had thorns with it, making it worse when it hit you.
"Our king, the metal was already hot enough," one of his comrades says. I look at the metal. They want to leave a mark on me. He grabs it.
"Nooo!" the kids scream.
They're planning to burn my left eye. He was interrupted by three pirates who entered the house.
