You Get One More Strike

Mag was holding onto the sword steadily. Every strike avoided the lethal areas and yet he made sure to give Horace the maximum pain at the same time.

In order to make sure Horace stayed awake and alive to feel the pain of every strike, Mag even fed him a few healing pills when he opened his mouth to scream.

It was something that could be bought at the Underground City's pharmacies everywhere. It wasn't expensive but it was very effective.

"Kill me… I know I am wrong… Kill me…"

Horace's voice was filled with fear and pain. He suddenly regretted that he didn't let that assassin kill him earlier. He could have had a quicker death.

Fresh blood oozed out from the wound slowly. The healing pills kept him alert and he could clearly feel the excruciating pain from every wound.