"As you wish."
Xu Yuan gently tapped his arm with the tips of his fingers crossed in front of his chest:
"It seems you no longer care about dignity."
O'Reilly placed her hand on the ground and slowly stood up, her words casual:
"The so-called punishments, regardless of the variety of methods, ultimately boil down to two types: physical pain and mental humiliation.
"The former, I can endure. As for the latter, I do not think you can find a way to humiliate me."
Xu Yuan paused for a moment, then suddenly called out softly:
"Sikou."
As his words fell, the corridor's firelight flickered momentarily, and the gaunt figure shrouded in a black robe already appeared at the doorway.
The figure's back to the light, the darkness beneath the robe dispersing like eternal night.
Xu Yuan stood up and walked outside, speaking as he walked:
"You must have heard this woman's words; she is temporarily in your hands. As long as she doesn't die, everything else is up to you."