Chapter 359: Voluntary Escort (3)
[Our masters are Don Quixote Passamonte, Usher Madeline, and Hobbes Leviathan!]
[Their real names are Cimeries! Andrealpus! Plaurus!]
[Well, anything! I'll tell you anything! Please stop! What more do you want to know!?]
Pedro, Isolde, and Thomas shouted at the top of their lungs.
Their desperate cries sent chills down the spine of anyone who heard them, but Vikir's face remained unmoved.
"I don't want to know anything. I'm just having fun."
With his grotesquely twisted iron, Vikir slowly carved away at the bodies of Pedro, Isolde, and Thomas.
And with each stroke, they wailed miserably.
[Aaahhhhhh! Just kill me!]
Vikir's torture techniques, which could make even demons cry and beg, were an advanced artifact learned in the Age of Destruction.
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