Torture

The feeling of water being poured on him made him open his eyes gradually as the effects of the poisonous bullets were making him dizzy.

Staring down at himself, he saw that he was chained to an iron chair in a dimly lit room with only a few torches on the walls, casting eerie shadows across the floor.

The walls were lined with various devices of torture, ranging from stretching racks to iron maidens.

Chains hung from the ceiling, and there were cages in the corner of the room.

The air was thick with stench of blood and sweat, and he could see soldiers all over.

But then, the door to the room burst open and a man in a red hoodie walked in majestically with two warriors trailing behind him.

"Good day, sir," the whole soldiers greeted in sync, while he listened to the sounds of the leader of his rivals walking towards him.

With his hands in his pocket and a sly grin on his face, he walked towards Alpha Alvin who had his head bent low with his eyes closed, before he forcefully grasped