Chapter 190: DASHA: Bravery of Men
"Let go of him—"
Whoever resisted was promptly smacked aside and rendered comatose. It didn’t matter to Dasha either way as long as they were breathing. In Plait’s case, he was breathing and talking. A step up, indeed. He studied him rigorously and took his time experimenting.
Blood was spilled. Screams echoed through the bridge.
"The bravest knight in the land...a title well deserved."
Fifteen agonizing minutes had passed, each moment stretching into eternity for Plait. Dasha had torn him apart with a precision that bordered on sadistic artistry. Limb from limb, he had dissected Plait’s physical and mental fortitude, leaving him hanging on by the thinnest thread of existence. He tested several concoctions, including Dream Meth.
The edges of Plait’s eyes were pink, overloaded from the amount of substance forced into his system. His cheeks were stained with pink-coloured tears. The effects were glorious to behold, if not for the incessant choking and wanton gasps.
"Thank you very much for your services, Plait." Dasha dully released him. Arms and legs torn, Plait’s body fell to the ground without meaning. Blood painted a morbid tableau beneath him, an abstract masterpiece of suffering and despair. Every breath he took seemed to scrape against the jagged edges of his fractured being.
Dasha stood over the broken knight and regarded his handiwork with a detached curiosity. The scientist within him reveled in the data gathered from the systematic dismantling of a once-proud warrior. The fifteen minutes had been truly informative.
Meanwhile, Plait’s consciousness teetered on the brink of oblivion. His breaths came in shallow gasps, a haunting rhythm of survival in the face of torment. His eyes, once ablaze with defiance, once the bravest of the lands, now held a glimmer of resignation.
"Ah, wait, I almost forgot." Dasha crouched down and—crunch! He struck his hand inside his chest and pulled out his beating heart. "Here it is. Open inventory."
Plait’s heart was beating with the last vestiges of its strength. Theoretically, the inventory would store it as it was. In the past, whenever items went in the inventory space, it was like time had stopped at the moment of transfer. It was more than a refrigerator, it was like a permanent treasury. He politely put the heart inside, filling a corner box.