Sebastian watched the fat man sweat on his forehead from fear. His eyes dilate in horror as he tries to grit his teeth, "O—Okay. Don't break my fingers."
The fat man had no choice but to confess his sins. He had a feeling that the man was serious; not even a hint of joking was seen on his expression.
If his answer is later than ten seconds, he will lose his fingers.
Just thinking about it makes his body shake with terror running through his veins like ice. He'd rather die than lose his fingers! Sebastian watched his face twitching under coercion, and the man's eyes looked at him as the skin underneath his eyes spasmed due to stress.
The man said through gritted teeth, "I had only t—touched t—three people."
Sebastian watched the man's throat swallow hard before his eyes reddened as if he was aggrieved, but he didn't say anything after his words.
Sebastian smiled in response, "Are you telling me the truth?"