City Lord Pangord
~Pang!
Pangord's face tilted to the side as blood oozed out his bony jaws in pain continuously.
Veins popped out of his dark-toned skin, causing them to almost tic or spasm out in his mind since he could hear the twitching noises from his body time and time again.
His damp, whitish hair coated his bloodied face, almost blinding him from his torturer.
But Pangord was unwilling!
He forced his heavy eyes to look at the man who just slapped him in hatred.
For his family, he would live!
~Pang!
"The holy Monkard is talking to you. So speak up, you lowly bastard!"
~Pah. Pah. Pah. Pah. Bam!!
Pangord didn't even flinch when they continuously tortured him.
With his goal in place, this much pain wasn't enough to drive him to insanity.
Fidelis squinted his eyes cold and raised his hands for the men to stop.
Just one look at Pangord, and he knew what sort of man he was.