Tortured.

“Please,” he begged. If he had known this could happen, he would have done exactly as Elara wanted. “Don’t do this.”

Damian smirked, an evil smile plastered on his lips as he walked away. Just a few inches from them, a fire burned inside a large pot with an iron rod heating inside it. Damian grabbed the handle, pulling the iron out. He shoved it back in, waiting a moment before retrieving it again. He approached Charles, whose eyes were wide open in terror.

“W-...” he stammered. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“What do you think?” Damian demanded before pressing the red-hot iron into his body.

“Ah!” Charles screamed in pain. He gasped for breath. The sharp, searing agony radiated through his body, making his vision blur. Sweat formed on his brow as he struggled to stay conscious.

“You won’t die from this,” Damian smirked. “From the pain, I’ll make sure of that.”

“Forgive me, please,” Charles pleaded, his stomach growling.

“You’re still hungry, aren’t you?” Damian laughed harshly bef