Chapter 81: Too Much Effort
The moment dream Dante breathed his last breath, the dream restarted itself. Dante and I watched, completely invisible, as the dream him was dragged into the dark room.
There was an obvious lump on his head; the skin split so that blood was dripping down his face.
Since he was knocked out, he didn’t struggle at all as four men took his limp body and chained him up between two pillars so that he was spread out. His head bobbed with every movement, his longer bangs falling into his eyes as two of the men started using him as a punching bag.
"Welcome to my nightmare," sneered Dante, clearly not impressed to have me in his dream, watching it with him. "But don’t worry, I only die four times before I finally manage to wake myself up. This time will be the third time."
"If you died..." I trailed off, watching his wife being escorted into the room and led over to the wooden chair.
"I was reborn," admitted Dante with a shrug. "Like I said, the Devil was too scared of me to let me into his domain."
"Or this was a better punishment," I laughed back as one of the lackeys pulled off his shoes and socks and inserted needles between his toes.
"Punishment?" demanded Dante with his trademark sneer. "I got everything I wanted in this life. I got the power, the money, and the attention I deserved this time around. Now, all I have to do is find the bitch and the bastard to take my pound of flesh, and I will finally be at peace. What part of this looks like punishment?"
"Seriously?!?" I asked, surprised that he even had to ask. Letting out a sigh, I tried to explain the ingenious punishment to the man who didn’t even realize that he was being punished. "What are you going to do to them when you find them?"