With Her Consent

Warning: The following chapter contains graphic description of violence.

Cassius was tied to a pillar, his voice already hoarse from crying. The slow torture was worse than a quick death, and Percival, like him, was naturally inclined to take pleasure in tormenting others.

The knife was heated until it glowed red, branding one burn mark after another onto his body. Then the tip of the knife was used to slice off the burnt skin.

“I was wrong. Can you let me go just this once?” Cassius begged.

“Did you let Eulalia go when she begged you?” Percival retorted.

Eulalia had never begged, but even if she had, he wouldn’t have spared her at the time.

“Take off his pants,” Percival ordered.

The henchman who was administering the torture immediately put down the knife and removed Cassius’s pants. Cassius was so scared that he had urinated, and the room was filled with a foul smell. The man holding the pants wrinkled his nose in disgust.

Cassius didn’t know what Percival was planning, but the rem