47 Torture II

With each snap of Emir's fingers, the pain surged through him like a bolt of lightning.

The man seemed to take pleasure in causing him agony, and Emir could hear his laughter echoing in the small room.

Emir's fingers throbbed as the man moved on to his arms, pulling and twisting them with a sickening force.

He felt the bones in his arms bend and break under relentless torture.

The pain was unbearable, and Emir was starting to lose consciousness.

But the torturer wasn't finished with him yet.

"Ugh…"

Emir let out a whimper as his left arm was twisted, and the torturer laughed in triumph, finally managing to make him let out a groan.

He felt the sweat pouring down his face as the man finished his brutal work, leaving him with twisted limbs and both arms flailing at each side of the chair he was sitting on, causing him an indescribable amount of pain.