The Torture Room II

I close my mouth while covering it with both hands. My eyes enlarge as I become more aware of the voice.

The Duchess is speaking, and I can almost make out her weapon splashing against the man's back. Screams rang out throughout the area, but no one seemed to have heard them because nobody rushed to the man's aid.

I then realized that everything had been well thought out. Because of this, they already gave the impression that servants are not permitted.

It is a result of how sensitive people are to cries for aid. It's a pretty astute maneuver from the Duke, or maybe the Duchess planned it all out? Who knows, but I'm convinced of one thing: no one in this noble family's home is innocent, even though at some point their fortune has grown suspiciously huge.

I maintain control over my breathing until I hear more from the man whom the Duchess is still torturing. The sound of the unknown weapon the Duchess used, however, which had previously caused my ears to bleed, was overshadowed by sile