Marquis Larmanton POV:
I woke up with a bad headache. I could remember that I've been fighting a little boy. He had killed my wife.
"Wait!" I yelled out, wanting to stand up and run as fast as I could to check up on my wife. To see if it was just a dream or not.
My hopes were shattered as I realized that I couldn't move myself. I had been tied to a table.
My body was now younger than before, maybe around 15 years old. He had lost, because of the spell that kid had casted. I had become younger, and since my body's reshape was too much, I had fallen unconscious.
As I was emerged in my thoughts, the same cold came walking in, a bag in his hands. A cold gaze had appeared on his face as he said: "Ah, you're awake again. Please don't hold a grudge against me for kidnapping you. It was all a natural process you see?"
Revenge was indeed some kind of natural process, but I didn't understand it and screamed: "Hey, what have you done? You killed my wife! Did you kill my servants too? If you did, I'm going to kill you!"
I was completely enraged and couldn't understand his reasoning, until...
"First of all, I did kill your servants too. They were all sleeping so peaceful. They looked so innocent, but I still killed them. You probably wonder why. Well, you did kill Marquis Asteria. And another reason is this." His calm voice shocked me.
He held some papers in his hands. When I read through it, I realized, that it was a composition of all the crimes I have commited over the years.
I knew why it came to this and began to regret it. 'Why would O have to be so dumb?' I asked myself. But I also knew that it couldn't be helped.
I still got angry and my face became red.
The boy turned around and layed some scalpels on a separate table. Then he took his spatial bag and put meat besides the scalpels.
The meat looked fine, but it had the form of organs. I thought it couldn't be normal meat, since I was here to be tortured.
I panicked and tried to flee again, but it was no use. The ropes I had been tied up with, were probably magic equipment, that prohibited the use of magic.
The child reached inside the bag again. A 1 metre big sack came out. He placed it in the corner of the room and said: "So what do you want to say before getting tortured?"
I screamed: "Please let me go! I regret what I did and will make up for it! I apologize for all crimes I've commited!"
My tone was pathetic and panic could be heard in it. I already feared the thought alone of getting tortured.
"Apology not accepted." The boy said, taking a scalpel in his hand. "Therefore I will experiment a bit."
He came to my table and wanted to cut me, as I suddenly lost control and tossed my body around, so that he couldn't cut me.
But in the next moment I heard him say "Bind" and the ropes paralyzed me. I couldn't move anymore, but I could still feel.
Tears came flowing out of my eyes.
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Idris' POV:
I finally had the chance to torture this bastard.
I took the scalpel and looked at the state of the marquis laying in front of me. Tears could be seen rushing down his cheeks. He was just too pitiful. But that was exactly what I wanted. To see him in this state was like heaven to me.
My heart began to beat faster, because of excitement.
How could this be a marquis, a man who should stand at the top of the kingdom? It was just a little ant ro me.
I began to cut into his belly. I could feel that he wanted to resist, but the ropes forbid him from moving and speaking. But the best was, one could still feel pain. It really was the perfect equipment for torture.
A clean cut appeared on his abdomen as I began to slice him open. I made a square and took it out. Blood sprayed all over my face. The drops that touched my lips, were licked away and swallowed by me. It actually tasted pretty good.
I could see the organs. They were in great shape. I took the scalpel again and removed his liver.
I noticed marquis Larmanton was unconscious. I slapped him so often that he woke up again and resumed with my work.
I took one of the livers I had removed from the servants and placed it inside. I used some healing magic I had learned just before coming down here.
The liver touched the arteries and they connected.
I scanned the blood supply before saying: "No good." I removed the liver again and put another one in.
I tried all 7 of them until I found the right one. The blood flowed perfectly and there were no impurities ro be seen.
I awoke the unconscious marquis again and daid: "That's some meat for you." I smiled.
Marquis Larmanton thought he would finally be able to eat again and threw it all inside his mouth, before swallowing.
I laughed: "Hahaha. How do your servants taste? I would really want to eat some. Unfortunately, you ate them all."
His eyes shot open and he vomited.
As I looked at the fresh vomit, I had an idea. I gathered it and put it into a glass. I then took the glass and held it before his mouth.
The marquis refused ro drink it. I forced his mouth open and poured all the vomit into his mouth.
He swallowed it and coughed, while trembling in fear.
I placed the glass on the table with the scalpels and took a pair of pliers. I then went to the hands.
I grabbed one of his fingers and held the pliers on one of the fingernails. I grasped it and pulled.
The fingernail went out as if it was butter. Blood began flowing out of the wound and marquis Larmanton tried ro twist his body in pain.
I repeated this process another 9 times, keeping an eye on his vital status. If he nearest death, I would always cast the healing spell and regenerate the blood he had lost.
As I finished I again took his fingers. I had them in a firm grasp and and twisted them.
Crack!
A bone could be heard breaking. Marquis Larmanton's finger now only hang down, not moving at all.
And again I continued and did it another 9 times. After that I took the flesh again, I had taken out before and placed it on his still open belly.
I healed every wound thoroughly until the body was in perfect shape again, as if nothing had happened.
"Oh, I have to show you something interesting." I turned around, remembering something.
My already hot blood, became hotter and my wide smile grew even wider. I could die of excitement at any moment.
I took the sack I placed into a corner before and opened it.
It was a little girl inside and I pulled her out on her hair. She was unconscious.
When marquis Larmanton saw her, his widened.
It was his daughter.