Lost in the Path of Fate

Chapter 90 - Torture

TW: Chapter contains torture. Reader discretion is advised.

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Ciaran sat on his seat while leaning on his back with his arms crossed.

"You're taking too long. Hurry up." The man underneath his boots groaned in despair as sweat and other disgusting fluids were dripping from his body.

His mouth was gagged and all that he could do was emit sounds. Words were restricted.

"I can't believe someone as disgusting as you is fawning over Pier." He gritted his teeth and added more pressure in his feet making Caspian tremble.

"Tiger's den? More like a rat's hole." His vexed voice was echoing loudly inside the dungeon he built on the Mir Mountains.

"Cut one of his fingers." He commanded the dead sword master standing beside him and the creature instantly moved. Like a flashing light, it stood in front of Caspian while unsheathing its sword.

The attendant's body was trembling in fear while watching the undead sword master come nearer.

"Mmhf! MMMFH!" He tried to speak but muffled sounds came out instead of his intended words.

The dead sword master did not hesitate to accurately slice on of the attendant's fingers and it came flying to the other side of the dungeon like a piece of dirt.

Caspian wanted to scream. He wanted to scream in agony and roll on the ground while clutching his cut hand.

His muffled screams continued to reverberate all the while inside the dungeon as he still kneeled on the ground with Ciaran's foot on top of his back. He was suffering so much in just a short period of time.

"Mmfh!" He cried but the man wasn't having any of it.

Ciaran's expressionless continued to linger on his face as if he was watching a boring show.

"Remove the gag from his mouth." He ordered and the sword master did so. It even cut a piece of the attendant's flesh off as the sword scraped his cheek.

Caspian immediately started to pant hard and good thing, Ciaran took his feet off of his back that he was able to scram and move away from the mysterious man who claims to be Pier's lover.

"W-What did I do wrong with you?!" He screamed while he hugged his bleeding hand.

Ciaran couldn't get his hand around the fact that every person whom he takes in his dungeon always asks what they did wrong with him.

'I should get Pier away from them before he gets infected with their stupidity.' He clicked his tongue before adjusting his position on the seat into a more comfortable one.

Caspian could not even settle his eyes on a single spot. Every inch and corner of the dungeon was filled with countless demon like creatures that were emitting black smoke from their feet.

It was absolute hell.

"Let's make a deal." Ciaran proposed, ignoring the former question Caspian told him.

"Confess all of what you did involving Pier and I will spare your life." He smiled at him as if he was giving Caspian the best offer in the world.

"W-What..."

The smile instantly disappeared.

"Stupid. Every single one of you are stupid bastards who cannot grasp the situation they're in." He sounded frustrated.

"No wonder Pier doesn't like any of you. Hah!" Ciaran chuckled and the shadows behind him started to move towards the cornered attendant.

"Do as I've said or your death will not be easy." He offered Caspian again and the attendant's eyes trembled.