Chapter 117 Fun Time

• Edrand's voice was already hoarse from all the cries, all the sobs, yet his torturers hadn't stopped. No, they were all there, laughing and drinking their wines, seated over the carved stone benches, watching their colleague mount him. Mount him like he was some kind of whore! Like some kind of bitch!
• Maybe at this point, he was a whore to them. One they'd use to dump all their hunger on.
• Wasn't that what Draco told them to do after all? Rape him and show no mercy?