The Death of Black Tyrant

"What's going on?"

Waldo's expression changed slightly.

Then, he saw two figures in a distant square.

A man and a woman.

Both were naked.

The screams, naturally, were coming from the woman.

The man was a tall, muscular man with black hair, rugged features, and a face scarred with knife marks, fierce and terrifying, giving off a strong oppressive aura.

The female trialist in front of him had no strength left to resist.

Even her limbs had been broken by the burly man, hanging limply.

The woman was wailing pitifully.

Tears streamed down, her eyes filled with despair.

The burly man laughed hideously.

"Ha ha ha!"

"Scream, scream your heart out! Even if you scream your throat raw, no one will hear you!"

"Even if someone comes because of your screams, I'll take them down too!"

"Keep screaming! I love the sight of you, a wretched woman, in agony! So thrilling, ha ha ha!"