Chapter 105 – Selene Cerveau
Daela sat there, expressionless, but the pain she was going through was something no mundane human being could even begin to fathom.
Her right hand had been severed entirely, and clearly without any care, there were still chunks of flesh dangling from the wound, dried blood crusted like an old, forgotten painting of agony.
Her left leg, too, had been cut, starting at the knee and done with obvious brutality and merciless intent.
Her entire body was torn, slashed in so many places, and so deeply, that even a mundane eye could see her bones peeking through the broken flesh.
It was… atrocious.
It was the kind of sight that could break a soul, the kind of torture that shatters even the strongest of minds—but Daela…
Daela didn't cry. She didn't whimper. She didn't beg for mercy.
She remained silent the entire time, even as her body was torn apart for information—or worse, for pure pleasure. Even her expression never changed, not once.
And that's why,
