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"No shit. He must have made quite a few enemies."

I shifted my gaze back to Alex, and a snicker escaped me. Alex saw me and started laughing himself. It was hard to believe how they brought their loyal subject to the brink of death thanks to our petty little lies. Hilariously foolish.

Tap. Tap.

Distinct, loud sounds. Not the dripping of anyone's blood. These were footsteps. "Say, boss," Alex said. "Let's see who can get rid of this torturer bastard first."

"Hah, alright. You are on."

We both hung our heads low as the torturer arrived at the cell. With a few clangs, the torturer opened the cell and stepped inside. The stout man wore a gas mask and covered his entire body with a muddy suit. He placed his bag of equipment on a table. He hummed a sweet and joyful melody as he pulled out a bloodied chain whip filled with blades.