"Have you ever heard where women dominate men and govern a domain?" looking at the person in front of me, as we are both sitting face-to-face.
"Shut up!" says the interrogator, as I am getting beaten, showering with clouts of punches.
As persistent as I am, yet I: "Look over there! Beyond the seas, you can find them hiding…" say, pointing up with my lips to the north, tilting my head, forty-five degrees (45°) between to the aft and left. Left of my side.
"I said: 'Pipe down! You goddamn bastard!'" with even more harder blows that I received, he shouts.
Writs burned. Wealth confiscated. Accomplice, also, being tortured. Left pinky fingernail plucked. Broken nose. Left eye impaired. Apparel stripped, of course, with the exemption of the linen on my crotch. Right index finger mutilated. Right ear severed. Areola flayed. Right elbow dislocated.
"Who do you work for?" asks the man, who's trying to intimidate me, as his face is close to mine.
"As the man is of the equal standing to the woman-…" I stop, as he intercepts my speech, where he plunges a knife to my right forearm, perforating the meat aside from the bones.
"Next question. What is the purpose of your journey here in Inglovia?" diverting the topic, as he inquires me, contorting the blade in a slow fashion stabbed onto my flesh.
I grunt: "We are one and the same but differ because of wealth and power." spitting blood out of my mouth, where he unsheathes the blade out of my skin, causing me to yell in pain and the spurting effect gushes out of the trauma part.
He bashes through my head. As I found out, that is already the next day. The sun shines to my eyes through the entry of the ventilation hole. I was drenched with cold water pouring unto me.
"Wakey-wakey. It's sunshine." the man implies, I open my right eye to verify the lad, it is a different man this day, I see.
"What is your name, your earnest gentleman?" he asks me shyly but in a well-mannered tone, this lad is more lenient than yesterday's man.
"I am… I am…" as I am trying to spit the word, whereas I puke a lot of blood out of my mouth.
Luckily, the guy who is in front of me is not that ire as he would seem. He assists to rub the retches all around my face and he helps me as well to drink up some water.
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"Once again. What is your name?" he reiterates, asking the same question as before.
"I am called 'Fev'rant." answering him in a basic response, I finally speak up.
"Alright, mister Fev'rant, what troubles you here making your journey. I have heard of your current and later report of your exploits that you keep prompting mutinies all over the northern coast of Inglovia." he say, in a lenient manner.
"... uhm, ahem…" clearing my throat. "... it was never my intention and what you are meant to push those propaganda agenda is to destroy my image..." as I cough after the sentence I have said.
"Alright, well said enough. What faith do you believe in? Who are the gods and the goddesses do you worship for?" he follows, after the last question.
"I can't say it for sure. But, I do adhere to the words of our 'Savior'." I answer right away but the words I speak are surmised in nature.
"Say, mister Fev'rant. What are the scrolls you were holding on before you got apprehended? Are those the scriptures of the 'Savior'? If not, what is contained inside the context?" he asks, as he stands up out of his chair, walking in circles while sticking his eyes on me.
"Yes."
"What do you mean by that? What do you mean, 'yes', mister Fev'rant?"
"My writs that I was holding on were incinerated a couple of days ago or so. Thus, I can't remember it clearly what's inside of my writings comprise." I say, in a slow articulation, and a hard cough follows.
"I am glad that you have finally spilled your honesty upon me. Another session will be held tomorrow. Standby." he informs, where he leaves the room, as he fills up the water onto the cup in four mugs.
I close my eyes in exhaustion. As I find out that the time has passed, it turns out to be in the scenery of dusk. The man who is going to interview me is the same as this morning. He awaits to recover my consciousness while he was staring at me for a while, he says. He presents me with a trencher with food on it. It is not that much but it is something. He then confers me his smirks. He unchains one of my shackled hands - for me, to eat the grace presented upon me.
"Thank you." I utter, while there's some food stuffed in my mouth, as if to continue to eat my food in one hand.
"No problem, mister Fev'rant. No one knows about this. This is between us, okay?" he conceals, where he is whispering near me to my face.
After I finish eating the grace on the plate. He cleans up the mess I made. I bid him gratification as he responds with a nod. After a while, for about several minutes or, I presume, three hours have passed. Someone knocks the door in rapid succession. At the same time, he utterly destroys the door unaware of his action.
"Every night, everyone is sleeping so soundly. So, we need to take care of this advantage of being silent, won't we?" he smiles, as I smell something that I need to tuck all of my balls, the peril daunts me down to my bones.
He slaps me like a mad man. His sadism really soars higher than what an eagle could fly. If I could ask him to mitigate his aggression upon me, slapping would definitely help. But, due to the fact, I was talking back to him earlier. The man I am referring to is similar to the guy who had beaten me close to death. But more evil than the former. He plucks out of my teeth. Later, someone barges in by the wall. The integrity of the wall got demolished into several pieces.
As my eyes are closed, I heard a recognizable voice from the destroyed debris, saying: "Lord Gervðas, we have come to save you. C'mon, let's go home!" and lo, it's Lord Ameniah himself.