His body was tied to a chair in the middle of the room, shirtless. The prison pants they had given him felt rough against his skin. His soft whimpers mixed with the screams of other prisoners in different corners, all going through the same torture. Some who had passed out were thrown into cells.
Kai had seen many things today and felt overwhelming pressure and pain.
His lips were bleeding, his cheeks were bruised, and his ears were torn, with dried blood running down to his neck. His lips were dry and pale. His body was shaking violently, with bruises on his stomach and chest, and several shallow cuts.
And now, the guard still wasn't done torturing him.
"He'll be executed in two days, right? Don't let him die," said another guard passing by.
"I'm really annoyed just looking at him. He looks so innocent, but he's really sly."
