Chapter 84 Gavril

• Gavril
• I clasped my hands behind my back, a cold mask of indifference on my face as I walked around the strung-up body. The man was shirtless, and small rivulets of blood ran over his chest from the cuts on his face. His mouth was gagged and his hands bound at the wrists by a set of chains that suspended him about three inches off the floor.
• Enough to put pressure on his shoulder joints to hurt, but not enough to cause permanent damage.