Chapter 209

• The room was damp and reeked of filth. Aside from the stench of urine and excrement, there was also the metallic smell of blood—dripping, drying, and lingering in the air.
• A man with a fairly large build was hanging upside down, his legs bound above him while his arms dangled toward the ground. His voice was faint, begging for mercy from the people who still refused to stop torturing him.
• They didn’t punch or kick him. Instead, they never stopped slicing and skinning him.