Ben opened his eyes and looked at an unfamiliar ceiling. He tried to move but was handcuffed, he couldn't move and could only see the ceiling.
Her mouth also seemed gagged, so she couldn't speak or scream for help.
The sound of something scraping against something else echoed in the gloomy room.
Ben didn't give up and tried by all means to free himself and attempt to use magic.
Their heads and shackles began to get a bit hot after using a lot of their magic, but not a spark came out.
"Oh?" A small sound of exclamation accompanied by a bit of amusement was heard suddenly.
Ben froze immediately and tried to look in that direction, but his neck and head were also being held by two thick steel grips.
But he didn't have to try hard because the sound of footsteps grew closer and closer.
"You're awake!"
A young man appeared in her vision, no older than 25 years. Blond and with blue eyes, with a big and happy smile on his face.
The boy was the living image of something I didn't know was possible or at least hadn't thought about.
Being blonde and blue-eyed... And being ugly, very ugly.
His face was deformed and he had a very large head but little hair. His teeth were crooked and the distance between his two eyes was very large, making his nose look very small.
"Maybe you're wondering, who is this handsome man in front of me?" The boy spoke with his crooked smile.
"But that's not a good question." The boy raised a finger in front of his face and shook it from side to side. "No, a good question would be, what is that you have in your hand?"
The young man smiled with his eyes wide open and from his right hand, he showed Ben a tool.
A tool commonly used in the production of metal crafts or jewelry. Sometimes also in tailoring.
A punch!
"And do you know what would be a better question?" The boy got very close to Ben while his expression twisted in a very cheerful way but made him look even more horrible. "What do I plan to do with her?"
The boy kept smiling while touching Ben's chest with a perverted look. Slowly, he moved his hands to Ben's shoulder and arm.
His hands quickly reached her wrist and he grabbed her hand tightly.
"The answer is simple." The boy took one of Ben's fingers and pointed the punch at it.
Ben twisted with force and desperation upon seeing their intentions, but he was firmly strapped to the metal table.
"I'll do what I want." The boy drove the punch into Ben's index finger.
Ben's body writhed in pain, his eyes widened as only groans of agony escaped his mouth.
"Come on, buddy, you just have to say stop and I'll stop." The young man smiled in a friendly manner, and Ben looked at them with wide, pleading eyes, but not a single word could escape his gagged mouth.
"What are you saying?" The boy brought his ear closer to Ben but continued applying pressure to the punch. "I can't hear you."
"It seems you don't want me to take it out." Shrugging, he left the awl deeply embedded in Ben's finger.
"But don't worry." Walking out of Ben's sight, the boy returned with another tool. "The fun is just beginning."
The new tool was a large piece of iron bent into the shape of a screw, with a wooden grip and a very sharp tip.
The boy placed the tip on the palm of Ben's hand... And he started screwing.
!!!Mbnbnhhhbnn!!!
The pain was something Ben had never felt so intensely. His eyes turned white and his body twisted in such a way that it seemed he was having a seizure.
With each turn of the giant screw, Ben felt the iron penetrate his flesh and rake his eggs.
"That's it!!!" That's it!!! What a beautiful expression!!!
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Luxury cars arrived one after another at the entrance of a massive mansion.
People got out of their cars, although they exchanged glances, none spoke to each other.
They entered the mansion but treated each other like strangers.
The entrance looked like a very old parlor with paintings of various characters on the walls.
"Back in this damn place again." A woman in her thirties, shoulder-length blonde hair, hands on her hips, and an attitude of being the owner of the place.
She was dressed very elegantly and finely.
"Don't say that." A serious middle-aged man dressed in a tuxedo interrupted the woman. "It's supposed to be our ancestral home and the place where the hunting festival is held."
"Right, Iván?" The man turned halfway around and looked towards the door.
A boy who didn't seem to have reached adulthood, dressed very extravagantly, was there, but he ignored them while checking his phone.
"Goddamn bastard!" The man whispered upon seeing his attitude.
Only then did the boy lift his head and show his half-shaved haircut, tattoos, and piercings.
Miri stared at the man but then ignored him again.
"The gentleman is waiting for you." The old butler of the house bowed with his always stoic expression.
The three looked at each other for a second and without saying a word followed the butler to the dining room.
At the head of the dining room sat a young man with short black hair and piercing green eyes.
He remained in a position of power, staring intently at the three of them.
"Father!"
"Father!"
"Father!"
The three greeted the man with utmost respect, who appeared younger than them except for Iván.
With a gesture of his hand and without uttering a word, he invited them to take a seat.
None of them moved, waiting for the man's instructions. They waited for a good few minutes when they heard someone else's footsteps.
Even with a blood-stained plastic butcher's apron, the last guest arrived at the dinner.
"I'm very sorry for the delay." He said as he took off the apron and handed it to the butler. His ugly face formed a smile of ecstasy and excitement. "I got very distracted with my new toy."
The man at the head of the table raised an eyebrow but said nothing.
"Hey!" The middle-aged man pointed to his ear and handed him a napkin.
"Oh?" Taking the napkin, Grigor passed it over his ear and wiped the little blood that was left. "Thank you!"
"With everyone now present." The man at the head of the dining table stood up and signaled to the butler with his glass.
The butler nodded, and a beautiful and sweet young girl of no more than 15 years old entered the dining room with a bottle that seemed to be of an extremely expensive wine.
The girl approached the man and tried to pour him some wine, but the man raised a hand and stopped her.
The girl looked confused for a second until the man took the bottle from her hands, broke it, and with the sharp tip of the bottle, he made a surgical incision on the girl's neck.
The girl opened her eyes in horror and raised her arms, asking for help.
Without any expression on his face, the man placed his cup under the girl's neck and filled it with his blood.
One by one, the other four people at the table performed the same actions and filled their own cups with the girl's blood.
"In a world where the strong command and the weak are prey, hesitating to take a life is a mortal sin." The man raised his glass in a toast. "Hereby, I declare the start of this year's hunt!"
The man brought the cup to his mouth and slowly drank from it.
His children followed his example without making a sound. everyone except Grigor who drank
the blood with a very cheerful and happy expression.