Chapter Forty-Four

Arnin raised the knife and placed it on of Torne's lips. His eyes glittered with an ominous light which deeply frightened him. He couldn't do anything or even say anything against Arnin because of the slave mark. Now that his mouth was numb as well, he couldn't scream for help. He knew that this night would be his doom, or at the very least, something completely unforgettable.

Arnin smiled before taking a step back. "So, I will be doing some experiments on you and testing out some of my theories, however, don't worry, it will only hurt… a lot. Even if you try and pretend like there is no pain, you will still feel pain. I will make sure of it." Arnin's words were like a bomb that made Torne aware of the events that would occur in the night.

Arnin began to think of what he wanted to test first. The night was long, and he had many different options to go with. "Hmm, maybe I will check out your talent?" Arnin nodded his head and walked over to Torne's arm and sliced it without warning.

"MMM!" Torne's eyes became red as he felt his bicep open up slightly due to Arnin's cut. His pain tolerance was not high because he had not participated in a lot of fights as a student, and instead had spent most of his time studying marks.

Arnin quickly took out a bowl as he collected the blood that was dripping from Torne's bicep. He wasn't affected by his treatment of Torne since he had done these kinds of experiments many times in the past. He would experiment on more than just humans and demons, sometimes choosing to experiment on phoenixes and dragons.

He wanted to do the same test he did on Lilise and Nekaia in the past. The conditions were optimum for the test. There were tons of negative emotions, an abundance of essence, and the person's blood was now with him. Arnin put the bowl of blood aside and brought out a needle and thread.

"Let me help you stitch this wound up." Arnin faintly smiled before using both of his hands to aggressively squeeze the cut.

"MM! UUU!" Torne wasn't able to shake his head; however, he tried his best to show that he didn't want the stiches. If Arnin numbed his arm before stitching him up, he might have agreed, but he was already feeling intense pain from his bicep. He found the pain from the cut to be unbearable, so he couldn't imagine the pain he would feel during the stitching.

"It's alright. As your Master, it is my job to make sure that all of your injuries heal as quickly as possibly." Arnin's cold eyes scared Torne witless, however he didn't stop trying to make noise. Arnin shook his head and ignored the man's sounds of agony. The corners of his lips rose before he began to slowly stitch the wound together. His skills were extremely refined, however he made sure to 'accidentally' touch the muscles.

"UU! OO!" The sounds he made weren't too loud, however they were horrifying.

"I am not perfect, so I will make mistakes too. Don't worry though, this should be over soon." Arnin continued to stitch very slowly and finally completed the procedure. Arnin knew that he shouldn't have stitched the wound right away without cleaning it first, and plus he might need more blood later, however Arnin didn't care about that. If he wanted more blood, he could just cut open another part of Torne's body.

After the torturous stitching, Arnin sat beside the bowl of blood and began to insert essence into it. Now that he was a Mark Master, his control of essence was considerably better and he was even able do control essence more efficiently with the white saber, which could be considered a godly weapon that could control and absorb essence.

Arnin had a small blade appear on his finger as he began to absorb the worldly essence. He didn't need to split them into different components and also didn't need to absorb them into his body, so he was able to complete the whole process fairly quickly.

The color of the blood slowly began to change into a blueish purple color. Arnin shook his head and looked Torne with some disappointment. The latter felt his heart begin to tense up, as he couldn't understand what was going on. The disappointment on Arnin's face was didn't hurt him, rather it made him tremble.

"You really are such a pitiful person. You can't even be considered a passable talent. Such bad talent." Arnin shook his head and continued to look at the bowl. He could try and add negative energy into the bowl of blood and make a bath, however why would he do so?

'Hmm, what if I add in separate components of essence into the bowl of blood? Will I be able to figure out his affinity?' Arnin had a sudden thought and thought that the idea may be feasible. Nodding his head, Arnin walked towards Torne with a knife in his hand once more. The latter began to make weird sounds again.

"WOHH! UUU! MMM!" His eyes were completely red and there were small hints of tears. Arnin laughed and shook his head.

"Shut up and stop making so much noise. Do you want to completely lose a body part?" Arnin got annoyed so he had the blade point towards Torne's third leg. Torne panicked and his eyes showed an intense amount of fright. He stopped making noise and could only tremble when he felt the pain.

Arnin smiled before taking the knife and slowly cutting Torne's abdomen. He had the knife in go very deep, however not deep enough to kill his test subject. Blood began to pour from the wound like a waterfall. Vilis, who was watching by the side, couldn't help but drool. Arnin noticed this and smiled wickedly.

"Vilis, are you thirsty? After I grab a couple bowls of blood, come and lick it off, but don't bite or suck." Torne began to sweat even more when he heard Arnin's words. His eyes looked at the large Vilis, who was drooling profusely.

'What the hell did I do to deserve such treatment? This is inhumane, wouldn't the academy punish Arnin for doing this?' Torne felt extremely wronged because of his treatment. Although he didn't like Arnin's beatings either, they were still not too bad compared to what was happening to him right now.

Arnin grabbed five small wooden bowls from a box and began to fill them up with the blood that continued to gush out the major wound on Torne's stomach. After all, five of them were completely filled to the top, Arnin allowed Vilis to go and lick off the blood. Of course, the pain would be immense during this, because his sandpaper-like tongue would most likely scrape against Torne's organs, and possibly some other things as well.

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"UUUHH! WOHH! MMMM! MMM! ARRR!" Torne shook all of his chains as if the numbing was no longer effective in the face of such torture. He moved around frantically, making all sorts of sounds. Tears slowly slid down his pale cheek as he went through the pain of being licked by Vilis' rough tongue.

Arnin scoffed before taking the knife and inserting in Torne's mouth. "You really make lots of noise. Maybe this will quiet you down." Arnin didn't smile and only showed an irritated expression. He took blade and stabbed it into Torne's tongue and slowly cut it down the middle, causing it to split from the midpoint. Crimson blood filled his mouth like water.

"UHHUH! HUHU!" High pitched sounds were released from Torne. Even though he wanted to hold it in out of fear, the pain was just too great. He was able to do it. The weird sounds he made were the only things that he thought could possibly distract him from the pain, however they didn't.

Arnin covered his ears and looked at the Torne with annoyance. "Would you shut it if I cut this up?" Arnin took the knife and cut Torne's uvula. He then grabbed the little thing and tossed it to Vilis. "Eat."

"UUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!" Arnin knew that the noise was not coming from his mouth, or anything like that; it was because of his throat. Torne would not be quiet unless he was either sleeping, unconscious or… dead.

Arnin smirked, before tilting the latter's head towards the ground so that he wouldn't choke on his own blood. He then walked towards the five bowls. He temporarily stopped his torture and began to experiment. Since he had five bowls of blood, he was going to test out five different components.

The first bowl was mixed with the darkness component, the second with water, then ice, death and lastly fire. The fire component was difficult to find because of high amount of yin in the air; however, it was still there in small amounts.

He watched carefully to see what the effects would be. The first bowl's blood turned purple. The second turned dark blue… the last bowl turned light blue, almost white. Arnin smiled and was happy with the results. This meant that the blood test was able to determine how great one's affinity was with the elements. It was a simple procedure that didn't require much effort, only a little bit of blood and some control over essence. Most likely, only an Essence Manifest cultivator who was able to control essence outside the body would be able to accomplish this, or even a Mark Master that was able to make marks.

Arnin's cold eyes looked deeply into Torne's, then he smiled faintly. "We are almost done. I am going to do one more thing, and then I will send you back to the medical department." Arnin had tortured enough and had gotten most of the things he wanted done. The last experiment was on the octagonal symbols. Ever since he discovered them in his body, he had wanted to test them on others. He wasn't able to place more inside of himself, however he could try and improve the current ones so that their effect could be greater.

Torne's dull eyes sparkled slightly when he heard that. He wanted to quickly leave the presence of the demonic Arnin and rest. He had lost lots of blood and felt extremely weak. Luckily, he was an Essence Manifest cultivator, or else he would have been long dead. His tenacity was also much higher than normal people.

Arnin grabbed one of Torne's legs and inserted his threads into it. Torne began to shake uncontrollably. His leg slightly swung. He was frightened that Arnin would something crazy like what he did to his mouth. He wasn't able to control his fear and accidently moved his leg and… kicked Arnin's face.

'OH NO!' Torne didn't think that he would hit Arnin. Although it was barely even a touch, his leg still hit Arnin's face. The latter looked up and stared at Torne with a chilling smile.

'He is going to kill me! What the heck did I do?!'

Arnin quickly took the knife and sliced off Torne's third leg. 'UUU! MMM UH! UH UH UH!' The pain ran through his body and caused Torne's face to turn deathly pale. Tears rained down his face and didn't stop for a second. 'WHY?!' He couldn't scream due to his inability to use his voice. Previously, he was scared of Arnin and just wanted to stay away, but now he hated him to the core. He had lost his middle leg; he could never have descendants.

"How dare a lowly servant kick his master's face?! If you weren't still useful, I would have killed you for such audacity." Arnin glared at the latter, however he didn't do anything more. He continued with the experiments. He inserted his threads into his leg and started to create the octogonal symbols. He understood how to make them and where to place them after some small tests, so it only took him a few minutes to create the symbol inside the limb.

Arnin undid the chains on the leg with the octogonal symbol and looked at Torne with a glare. "Try to test out your leg and tell me if you notice a difference." Arnin wasn't scared that the latter would try and escape or do anything out of order for that matter. He was confident that he would be able to take Torne down with ease, plus Vilis was right next to him.

Torne was still in bad shape, however he did as he was told. He moved his leg and felt that it was much stronger than before, however he didn't know how to explain the change. His tongue and uvula were cut, and his mouth was numbed in a way that he couldn't move speak.

Arnin knew that this was a problem, so he decided to use head movements. He quickly made sure that the neck was able to somewhat move. "Nod if the improvement was good or shake your head if the experiment was ineffective. If it is damaging, then don't move your head." Torne quickly nodded his head. The quicker the experiments finished, the quicker he could leave this devil's den.

Arnin nodded his head and smiled. "You are done for the night. I will take you back and let you rest for now. You better be in good shape for tomorrow, because I will need you to start your tasks as a slave." Arnin spoke as if Torne's injuries were mild, however it was the complete opposite. His injuries were very severe. He had a deep wound on his bicep, although stitched, prone to infection. His abdomen had a severe laceration that could allow one to even see his organs and ribs. His tongue was split in half and his uvula was missing. Not only that, but he had lost the major body part that defined him as a man. He was severely injured.

Arnin knocked Torne out suddenly and pulled him down from the bindings. He began to drag the bloody body back to the medical department. With his current strength, Torne didn't weigh too much, so it was simple to carry him.

Finally reaching the medical department, Arnin placed Torne back onto his bed. He didn't bother to clean him up and just walked away. He gave Torne and Kurse a quick glance, before smirking at the sleeping Monifa.