(Author's POV)
*Trigger Warning*
"End of my story. And with that, it's time to end your life," Caiten uttered like a true psychopath he was. The guard which had brought the sulphuric acid handed him a pair of neoprene gloves. While wearing them he playfully and casually commented, "You know, my skin is a bit on the sensitive side. I need to be careful with this kind of stuff."
Saying this, he crackled his neck and picked up a thorn laced whip and started lashing it at Noah, without any mercy. The cries of Noah's comrades followed after that as they were getting beaten up unsparingly with the same methods. They screamed in pain and pure agony as their ear-piercing howls filled up the space of the moist dungeon air.
