Chapter 72

There aren’t enough words to describe the gore in front of me, and that’s just on the visuals, not to mention the smell.

The room is surprisingly hot, and the poor ventilation does nothing to help with the quickly desiccating smell of blood and flesh.

I’ve watched Beltini beat them up and pry each of their fingernails one by one, and seeing the outcome firsthand stirs up whatever I ate in the restaurant hours ago.

The one on my left looks worse than the one on the right. Beltini had tortured him more, beating him up with a crazed smile on his face, but this man is too proud, the determination shining brightly in his eyes. He won’t break, at least not soon enough.

Poor things.