Chapter 483: Brotherly Rescue.
“Did you really think that such a lowly-born nobody could abduct the young lady?”
“Argh … I didn't…”
“...and get away with it?”
“Ugh…”
Within a darkened chamber a lone man was being held in restraints. His head was hanging forward as only his hands were holding up his body. Chains hung down from the ceiling and connected to metallic cuffs that clamped around his wrists, leaving him suspended just above the cold, damp floor. The flickering light from a single torch revealed deep gashes and bruises covering his torso, evidence of prolonged torture.
Robert's breath was ragged, his strength fading away with each passing moment. The pain was relentless, and he had lost track of how long he had been in this hellish place. He struggled to keep his mind focused, to think of a way out, but the poison coursing through his veins muddied his thoughts.
Before him was an ever-grinning man of a lanky stature. In one of his hands was a long whip, its leather stained with blood. His eyes gleamed with a sadistic delight as he watched Robert’s suffering. The man was the personal torturer of the De Vere estate, a twisted individual who took pleasure in inflicting pain on others.
“It’s such a shame, you’re starting to turn into such a nice color, maybe the lord won’t mind if I do a little extra work, no one will care much for such a bastard like you.”
The man laughed while looking to the side. There, on a bloody workbench, were various tools for torture. The torturer approached the workbench, his fingers lightly tracing over the assortment of tools laid out. Robert's breath quickened, his heart pounding in his chest as he braced himself for the next wave of pain.