Rafael pulled off the fabric, showing the man's face now filled with blisters and burn scars, with tears coming out from the man's eyes.
The man took heavy breaths, but even with the cloth removed, the pain barely dissipated. He still felt like his face was burning alive.
"Feel like talking now?" Rafael asked in a cold voice.
"Y-YOU… A monster!"
"Thank you for your praise, so do you want to try the next one? Or will you answer my question?"
"Stop! Please stop! One more, and I will really die."
"Not just dead, mister, but a really gruesome death. I am sure not many die like you.
The next one will have a better effect than bleach; maybe I will just pour it down your throat," Rafael said in a cold tone as he whispered close to his ear.
The man's body shook. Even now, he felt like he was being burned alive. He could already imagine how painful it would be if Rafael really did what he said.