Argh!!! A blood-curdling shriek sounded.
It came from an odd-looking blue-white tower. The two demons standing at the tower's entrance sniggered at each other. One of them even licked their lips.
"Master Eilot's having his fun again. Sounds like his toy is enjoying themselves too."
This had been going on for more than three months. Every day, the Dark Tutor, Eilot would bring in an Omirian to torture for ten hours.
The Omirian prisoners had entered the tower physically whole. They had no scars on them. Some were even plump and white. However, after those ten hours of torture, the Omirians were all reduced to piles of minced meat.
The tower was now filled with said piles of Omirian minced meat. The demons seemed to love it for some reason.
Argh!!! Another shriek echoed from behind the tower walls. Following the shriek was a feeble voice, which pleaded, "I'll talk, I'll talk, Eilot, just stop. I'll tell you everything!"
