In the dungeon where daylight is unseen, the stench-filled air eternally reverberates with cries and moans.
At this moment, under the illumination of firelight, the sound of whipping is incessant.
Suspended by shackles on the wall, that half-naked Minotaur was already covered in wounds, fainted. Then, a basin of cold water was splashed on him, awakening him suddenly.
Then, the cruel whipping and torment began again.
Not until the whip broke did the Rat-man Boss angrily throw down his belongings, return to the chair, and coldly command, "Beat him, keep beating! But be careful, don't kill him!"
"I want him to be living worse than death!!"
That venomous and cold voice echoed in the dungeon, while the calls for help became hoarse from afar.
"Stop beating him, stop beating him, sob sob sob."
The pitiful and helpless Dog-headed Man wiped his eyes, already tear-stained: "That's my blood brother, if you have to beat… beat him lightly."
