Third person’s point of view.
(Dungeon)
Sounds of whips lashing on someone, accompanied by painful grunts and groans filled the air, the sound became clearer and louder as Wymond approached a cell.
“Your Majesty!” the guards standing by the door of the cell greeted Wymond with a bow, then pushed the door open and made way for him.
He stepped into the cell but stopped at a few steps away from the door, his fists were balled tightly to the extent his knuckles were turning white, and he clenched his jaw tightly that one would fear it’s hurting him.
He narrowed his eyes as he threw a murderous glare at an armless Marshall, who was striped naked as he was getting whipped by two guards, he wasn’t wearing a singlet or even a boxer to cover his dîck, he was completely naked -therefore, making the whip hit his flesh directly.
He’s badly beaten up already, there are very deep cuts all over him which were still gushing out bloods, the guards were just lashing him without caring where the whip landed, his whole body’s covered in a blood and very unpleasant to the eyes.
The guards stopped whipping him immediately Wymond entered the cell, they bowed their heads respectfully and stepped aside.
Marshall slowly raised his head hopefully when he realized the guards has stopped whipping him, that’s when he saw Wymond walking towards him and he burst into fits of laughter.
“You’re finally here” he breathe out.
He tilted his head slightly to the right as he studied Wymond’s face, then nodded in satisfaction when he noticed the frown on Wymond’s face.
“She’s dead already and you’re here for the antidote, right?” he asked.
There was no response from Wymond, he stopped in front of Marshall and simply stared at his face that’s also covered in big and deep cuts.
Marshall smirked widened, he closed his eyes, threw his head back and inhaled deeply.
“I have the antidote and I can give it to you, but first, you must let me out of here” he said.
“I don’t do bargains!” Wymond said firmly. “But you’ll tell me what I wanna know” he added.
Marshall scoffed.
“How about you try it?” he dared Wymond.
Wymond dipped his hand in his pocket and pulled out a small box, it’s the same box Marshall had shown them earlier in the battlefield.
He opened it and picked the pearl bead inside, he held it up in front of Marshall so he can see it clearly.
“Is this… the real bead?” he asked.
Marshall smiled slyly.
“There’s only one way to find out” he replied.
“How did you get this bead? Who gave it to you? Was it Oak?” Wymond asked.
“Oak?” he rolled his eyeballs. “I don’t know who Oak is, that’s just a bead I saw at an auction and bought it”
Wymond put the bead back in the box and shoved it in his pocket, then turned away from Marshall and walked towards a wall where torture devices are being displayed as though they’re for sale.
He ran his fingers through some devices for some time, he closed his eyes and smirked.
“I’d love to introduce these toys to you, but we don’t have much time for introductions today” he faced Marshall. “How about I introduce a few, maybe two or three today?” he suggested as if Marshall’s suggestions matters.
He reached for two long nails and an electric belt, then walked back to Marshall.
Marshall’s eyes landed on the nails in Wymond’s hands, his eyes widened instantly as he began imagining how painful those nails are and how they can bring even the mighty Wymond to nothing.
Sweats starting forming on his forehead as he started feeling an internal heat, he was already mentally experiencing the excruciating pain the nails brings people and he started moving back, but unfortunately there’s nowhere to run to -he’s chained to a pillar.
“I can see you’re quite familiar with these nails, but I’ll still give you a very brief introduction” Wymond said and stopped in front of him.
Marshall shook his head.
“N-no, no your Majesty”
“Your Majesty?” Wymond’s turned to face Edward who’s standing by his left. “Am I his King?” he asked.
“No, your Majesty” Edward answered.
“What did he say about me again in the battlefield?”
“He said you’re not his King and you’re not fit to be his King”.
Marshall shook his head in denial, his eyes kept flickering to the nails and he’d subconsciously shrank on the pillar.
“Right”
Wymond stabbed the nails on Marshall’s chest, a little bit away from his heart and a very loud, agonizing cry let Marshall’s mouth.
He started wiggling his body as he felt an undescribable and unbearable heat internally, it seemed as if ten thousand needles were just stabbed on him as his whole body aching -it seemed like someone’s pricking his flesh with those needles.
“Now tell me, is that the real bead?” Wymond growled.
“Y-yes, yes…” he choked on his words as he began coughing out blood.
“Where did you get it from?”
Marshall coughed out more blood a few more times, before answering the question.
“Auction” he muttered, the nails are making him weak because that’s what those nails are made for -it drains energy in seconds.
“Lie!” Wymond growled.
He snatched a whip from one of the guards and landed it on Marshall’s chest where he stabbed the nails, making Marshall’s pains more unbearable.
“It’s.. it’s.. auction..” he was cut off by a very serious cough.
He felt something rushing up his throat while he was coughing, and he didn’t realize when he let out a spray of blood.
That didn’t stop Wymond, he landed the whip on Marshall a few more times, before throwing it (the whip) on the ground.
“I’ll ask you again, who gave you that bead? Was it Oak?”
“I-I I don’t.. I don’t.. know” he stuttered quietly, his head dropped on his chest tiredly.
“Edward, get the scorpion!” Wymond ordered.
Marshall raised his head at once when he heard Wymond ordering for a scorpion, his eyes that were already closing from tiredness widened and he shook his head, his eyes were desperately begging for forgiveness.
“Yes, your Majesty” then Edward rushed out.
“An-antidote.. your mate.. she.. need.. need antidote and..” he was cut off as a punch landed on his face.
“I have detoxified my mate and she doesn’t need your antidote!” Wymond snarled at him.
Just at that moment, Edward rushed back in with a small bottle and handed it to his King.
“Your Majesty, the scorpion is inside” he said.
“Hm” Wymond hummed with a satisfied smirk as he examined the scorpion inside the bottle.
He opened the bottle, he let out the scorpion and nodded at Edward, who quickly held up Marshall’s head and opened his mouth.
Wymond put the scorpion in Marshall’s mouth, which Marshall was trying not to swallow, but he’s too weak to resist and he had no other choice than to swallow it.
Edward let go of Marshall once he’s sure the scorpion is down his (Marshall’s) throat, he dust his hands and sighed.
“Marshall, this scorpion is a magical scorpion, it only feeds on blood and his Majesty has been feeding it with his own blood for years”
Edward paused, his eyes moved towards Marshall’s stomach and he sighed as he shook his head in disappointment.
“Now that its inside you, ahh, it’s gonna eat up your organs and drink every drop of blood in you until you have none left and you’ll… Diee!”
Marshall started coughing as he tried to make the scorpion come out, he could feel the scorpion moving inside him and it’s making him uncomfortable even though it’s not eating his organs yet.
“Coughing won’t help you, his Majesty is the only one who can bring it out of you…” he was cut off as Marshall let out another spray of blood.
“Your Majesty… your Majesty, I.. I… I…” he couldn’t complete a sentence because cough wouldn’t let him.
“It’s better you start talking or you won’t be able to survive that scorpion when it start eating your organs” Edward said.
Marshall shook his head, which Wymond frowned at, he threw the electric belt at one of the guards and headed towards the door.
“Continue torturing him” he ordered as he left.
“Yes, your Majesty!”