Chapter 65: A Pond of Deaths

THE FOUR guys who had previously undressed and clothed me began to approach me. When I looked at their hands, I noticed two men carrying shackles and leg irons.

I gulped hard as they came to a halt in front of me because I knew what they were about to do to me. “Move your two hands,” the man ordered solemnly while holding the shackle.

I gasped and closed my eyes before extending my hand to them. I heard the shackle unlocked before putting it on my hand and closing it, so I opened my eyes and saw that they already strapped my two hands down.

I knew I was nearing the end the moment they placed the shackle around my wrist. When I leap into a swimming pool full of individuals who died via the walking on the plank method last year, month, or day, I know I’ll have the same experience as them.

I will die.

I shook my head when I suddenly remembered something. Even if th