Dead

"Ahhh…''

An ear-piercing scream reverberated inside the prison of the Crystal Castle.

Cardan closed his eyes as blood splashed on his face. 

Neither did the blood belong to him, nor did he detest blood but he could not bear to watch the sight in front of him when he opened his eyes.

Even with eyes closed, that vision seemed to have imprinted itself in his mind. Luciana was soaked in blood as she skinned Jeremiah alive, inch by inch, till he resembled a ball of flesh. 

And even as she skinned him, she pressed a burning rod on his flesh. The torture had turned Jeremiah's voice become so broken that it sounded like the squeak of a mouse every time he screamed in agony. 

The man was even unable to use the simplest tricks to defend himself and all his resistance had disappeared in thin air. 

But Cardan was not the least bit bothered about Jeremiah.