In a dark cell.
Sauron saw dried blood everywhere, and it seemed that they had used it quite a lot.
Next to him were charcoal, irons, whips, knives and saws, etc. The young man in front of him had long since lost his original appearance. He had dozens of welts on his body, which looked bloody. There were scars left by the branding iron on his chest and side face, and a slave's mark was branded on his forehead, and his fingernails were pulled out one by one. This bloody scene caused the expressions of the two girls behind the middle-aged woman to change slightly. It seemed that they almost vomited out, but they still forcibly held back.
"You!... you bunch... I curse you..."
The young man's speech was a little slurred, as if he had expended too much energy because of bleeding, but his eyes were still vicious, and he cursed them with a ferocious expression.
The magistrate seemed to want to restore his prestige, so he picked up the whip and whipped it hard, causing the opponent's flesh to bloom, panting: "Pastor Tinaer, look! He has been completely controlled by the evil god, no matter how tortured That's all he said."
The face of the middle-aged woman changed slightly, as if she had been pampered and hadn't seen much blood.
She turned around and glanced at Sauron, as if she wanted to ask him if there was anything he could do. Sauron's expression was very calm. He had seen too many scenes, and what he saw was nothing at all. He just said slowly, "Can you treat his injury? If this continues, he will soon lose too much blood." and die!"
The middle-aged woman hesitated for a moment, then raised her hand and performed a healing slander.
The power of the divine spell began to take effect, and the blood on the young man's body quickly recovered, and he seemed to have regained a lot of energy. He opened his mouth and wanted to curse, but Sauron stuffed a rag into his mouth directly, blocking the evil words he wanted to blurt out. He turned around and glanced at the others, and said softly: "The following scenes may be inappropriate for children, I think it's better for you to go out."
Those present were obviously hesitant.
The middle-aged woman frowned, then turned and walked outside, her intuition told her that the adventurer in front of her might be telling the truth.
She didn't want to see that kind of picture that was too unacceptable.
The sheriff's expression was ugly, but he didn't go out, because he wanted to see what method Sauron was planning to use. The young man in front of him resisted almost all the tortures, and he didn't say a word, but kept cursing them for more than an hour. He didn't believe that the adventurer in front of him could have any great means.
"Stand back a little."
Sauron glanced at the others, motioned them to stand far away, and said, "Don't talk, don't interrupt me, I need to be very focused on what I'm going to do next, and I don't want anyone to interrupt my work."
"Understand?"
This tone was very annoying, but the cold gaze made everyone's whole body chill, and they seemed to shiver involuntarily.
Sauron smiled, with a difficult expression on his face.
He walked up to the young man and whispered in his ear, as if talking to himself: "You know what? I'm very depressed today! When I saw what you guys did, I suddenly felt that this one Yue Lai seemed like a joke. I took Vivienne so far and left a dangerous place, but it seemed like I went straight into another dangerous place."
"It really makes people uncomfortable!"
"It's really difficult to find a safe place to hide. I'm not that afraid of fighting, nor that I'm so afraid of death. I just want her to grow up in a relatively safe environment."
"After all, she's only eight years old. She's far away from some bloody killings. It's actually not a high requirement to grow up happily, right?"
"But God seems to have trouble with me."
"It may also be that there is really nowhere to escape, no matter what you can't escape."
"Think about it now."
"Goria's divination to Vivienne said that she saw countless blood and fire. Maybe this is really fate. There will always be so many things along the way. If you try your best to avoid them, you will still encounter them. I don’t know if it’s my fate or Vivian’s, maybe it’s the fate of both of us.”
"Actually, I don't know what I want to say, maybe I just want to talk casually."
"Because you will never want to see what I'm going to do next. But you have to watch it and feel the whole process, because you are my work."
Sauron slowly pulled out the scimitar, his palm trembling a little, but soon became firm as a rock, but the finger bones turned white, probably because of too much force.
He looked into the eyes of the young man in front of him, and said softly: "The believers who whip the girls are actually very annoying."
"Because you have a specialty of resisting pain and torture, normal torture is basically useless to you. When I was in the Underdark, I often saw the priests of the Spider God Queen help you. But it is very difficult. , I know that there is a method that is very useful for you, and it just so happens that I also learned this method from others for a while."
"Do you know what it is?"
Sauron approached the other party's ear, this weird whisper increased the other party's psychological pressure, made him feel uneasy, his whole body twisted, desperately wanting to stay away from him.
Sauron smiled, although he smiled but looked like a demon, and said softly, "Skinning!"
"My skills are actually not very good. The best skills are in the abyss and hell, and then it is the turn of the dark regions. But I think the skills will be better than the mortal executioners. After all, I have received professional training. You know the dark Territory? That is the territory of the drow, they are the masters of torture, and some methods are more cruel than demons!"
"Skinning is a delicate job. Only when you can completely peel off a piece of human skin can you be regarded as just getting started."
"When I was a bitch, the drow who trained me was a master torturer. Do you know what he was wearing? A very powerful piece of legendary equipment, stronger than many knight armors, that thing is called [human skin] Demon armor]. Only the most evil, who are destined to fall into the abyss and hell after death, will wear this thing on their bodies!"
"He told me that a qualified skinner, after you completely peel off a piece of human skin, your work will still be alive."
"That's the real level of qualification."
"Actually, I'm not sure about keeping you alive, but I should be able to live for a while. After all, I'm also super agile, and there's a third-level priest outside."
Sauron's voice was so low that only the victim next to him could hear it, and those standing far away couldn't hear anything.
The young man who was hung up was trembling all over, and the fear in his eyes was getting more and more intense. He opened his mouth to say something, but his mouth was blocked, and he could only make a murmuring sound.
Sauron raised the scimitar, looked at the other party and smiled, as if he was chatting with a friend, and said, "Actually, I would never do this kind of thing before!"
"It's a pity that you just let me lower the bottom line a little today, because I'm really angry."
"Very angry, very angry."
"It is said that believers who torture the goddess will enjoy the pain. I don't know if you can enjoy this process in the future. I know that your endurance is very good. Now you probably won't tell me what I want to know."
"But that's okay."
"I'm an honest person. I think it's better to let you feel my craftsmanship first, and then decide whether to tell me."
"Right?"
Sauron raised the scimitar expressionlessly, and then cut slowly but steadily along the top of the opponent's head. The strength was actually not strong, but the palm was very steady, cutting steadily from the scalp all the way, along the neck Sliding down from the back, and then cutting down from the skin on the spine, until the end of the spine, the first line was cut very stably.
The victim was trembling all over, and the fear in his eyes almost completely covered up the pain. He struggled desperately, but he still felt the flesh on his back being ripped apart. It was not just pain, it was beyond imagination. So terrible, what is really terrible is not the pain that the other party inflicts on oneself!
The other people present seemed to have realized something, and the sheriff turned his head with a slightly changed face, not daring to look at Sauron anymore.
"Don't move around."
Sauron gently grabbed his neck, and slowly said: "If you move around, the work will not be complete. This is only the back, and then the arms and thighs. It is said that a skilled skinner can peel off the body first. Scalp, and then deal with other parts, I don't have such superb means, I can only deal with other parts first, let you see other parts of yourself."
Blood dripped down drop by drop.
Some guards couldn't stand it any longer, turned around and fled outside, as if they would have nightmares if they looked at it one more time.
Sauron cautiously broke along the opponent's arm, then raised his head and glanced at the opponent. The opponent made a murmuring sound, and his eyes were full of fear and pleading. He said lightly: "It seems that you want to say something. What?"
The victim nodded desperately, very, very hard.
"Very good." Sauron slowly withdrew the scimitar, and then said, "This work is actually very tiring, so it's good if you want to say it."
Snapped.
Sauron snapped his fingers, took the rag out of his mouth, and said to the back: "Please come in the priest. He is willing to speak."
The sheriff froze for a moment, and then walked outside. For some reason, his calf trembled a little, and he almost staggered and fell to the ground.
The victim, whose back was facing Sauron, slowly withdrew the scimitar, and his palm trembled slightly.
But soon he took a deep breath, and all his emotions gradually calmed down.
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