"The corridor is much longer than it appeared to be."

The young adventurer of the BRONZE rank who now served as the leader of this small team had said.

"At first glance it seemed that we would have to walk it for a few minutes, but we have already been there for a few minutes." He reanalyzed the situation.

The young adventurer of rank BRONZE looked at the walls of those corridors, they were not at all places where they should fight.

"You know, it would be best to remain completely anonymous, the corridors are too narrow to fight."

"Yes, we know." Christopher replied seriously.

The young leader added other guidelines: "We should also avoid using magic as much as possible. We don't want to be discovered by any enemy, so now we'll use Mathias' hearing abilities."

"Trust me," Mathias pointed to himself, "just leave it to me."

Then, the demihuman headed for the front. As they approached the end of the corridor, Mathias' feline ears twitched in retreat, his slanted pupils seemed to have dilated because apparently, he had caught something.

"Inside there, someone's screaming, I'm pretty sure of that," he said somewhat vented and breathing heavily "and his screams are in pain, it's a girl, they're doing something too bad to him."

The door that marked the end of the corridor collapsed just at the moment when Christopher and Sebastian kicked it, both entered with a flying kick taking the door with them. They were not willing to wait any longer.

Even so, they did not wait for the orders of the young BRONZE rank leader, sometimes these two including Mathias used to act very impulsively and more so if a third party was involved. But in the young leader's opinion, he would not reprimand them so much, after all, his orders would be that.

The door had barely touched the ground and everyone was already inside that strange square-shaped room, but obviously made of nothing but stones.

More doors could be seen there, but there was only a total of ten. It was not the time to stop and contemplate the panorama, for here they could hear more clearly the reason why they had opened the door, the loud cries of what seemed to be a woman.

“AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH”

These cries were infused with pain and extreme despair.

Just by listening to them, one could feel how those screams transmitted so much suffering that it even made skin crawl, the level of suffering to which that girl was being subjected is indescribable.

"Whatever they're doing to her, it's too painful." Anita felt a horrible sensation run through her back.

"LET'S NOT WASTE TIME, LET'S SAVE THAT GIRL ONCE AND FOR ALL!" Christopher called and everyone nodded.

"That's what we'll do," added the young leader, "Mathias, do you already know which of the rooms he's in?"

"Yes," replied the demihuman, "in that one over there."

Christopher, Sebastian and Selestia went at full speed towards the door and with a flying kick they knocked it down without major inconvenience.

…

Minutes before.

The rooms in this area were not exactly for pleasure.

Inside this room, in particular, it was full of instruments of torture such as: locks, knives, tweezers, thumb crushers and many other things.

Now, the authors of the cruel scene, or at least the one in charge of causing pain, were "having fun". Although the fun was relative, as it depended on the point of view of those involved.

For the semi-human woman who was naked, and with chains retaining all her limbs, attached to the corners of the metal bed. For the demi-human it was not fun at all, nor did it cause her even the slightest ounce of grace.

She was looking up at the ceiling without even being able to move, much less scratch if something itched and rub the parts where they were causing her pain. The demihuman breathed with clear signs of tiredness because who knows how long she had been enduring this horrible and macabre torture.

She had strange stamps marked on her abdomen and breasts with the symbol that identified the criminal organization VARANUS.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, you're holding on like a warrior, apparently you want our game to end. You know, if you shout our game will go much further." That wretch caressed Kisara's trembling ears, which were crouched down.

The Demi-human belonged to the Rodent clan, a Demi-human squirrel.

The man held a sharp knife quite tightly, completely bloodied, and again made strange scribbles using the cut and injured thighs of the semi-human as a canvas. The sharp knife passed over his skin as if it were a brush pretending to be an expert hand, painting some work of art.

The poor girl endured all that horrible pain as best she could, drowning out the urge to scream and cry.

She really gave it her all, clenching her fists, bit her lower lip with all her remaining strength trying to counteract the pain of being cut with the pain of biting herself, and even though her characteristic squirrel front teeth did cause her great pain.

The cruel man did not stop laughing in a low voice, delighting in the "painted" work as if it were really a work of art. It was not funny at all; she was suffering too much and the tears that kept falling down her face was an unmistakable sign of it.

"I see that you are now able to endure any more pain I cause you." The hand holding the blade on his thigh affirmed the grip, then plunged it deeper into what was once soft skin.

"Show me that you are really capable of holding it," and pressing it harder, the man moved it so abruptly, like when you are writing and you make a strange movement when scratching the paper.

Immediately blood began to flow from the open wound, the cut was not so deep and the crack that had been caused was divided due to the hardness of the skin. The blood began to form simply by dots before encompassing the entire slit.

Now, what was terrifying were the expressions of absolute pain that the poor half-human let us see. She closed her eyes and gritted her teeth, with all her might. Once again, he gave everything he had just to endure the scream that threatened to rise beyond the throat.

-HHHHMMMMMMMM-

Literally, the demi-human screamed inside, it was incredible how she did everything possible to endure all the horrible punishment they gave her.

She breathed with some difficulty, her eyes began to close and once she got used to the pain, she had the strength to look to the side. More precisely towards an hourglass which was only minutes away from the top being completely emptied, filling the bottom, her knew that once that happened and he didn't scream even once, her torture would end.

"A little more" the demihuman encouraged herself by talking mentally to herself, while watching how the sands of time were reaching the point of being freed from such torture. At least for today.

She was breathing with marked difficulty; it was already quite difficult for her to get oxygen into her lungs because the lack of strength and fatigue were tormenting her. "It's not long now," she cheered herself up again, ready to pass the difficult test imposed by who knows what.

"Why me? What have I done?"

These types of thoughts flooded the mind of the demihuman, unfortunately now was not the time to pay attention to them. She dedicated himself to focusing all her strength and concentration on her current situation, to endure as best he could the torture that was being inflicted on her.

The man could notice how his beloved victim was looking at the clock with a slight gesture of hope, and although he was in total silence, he could hear that she mentioned "it is not long now" and for some reason that made him angry.

"No, I still want to continue having fun with you" and the man said it out loud, but this time, his evil smile had disappeared from his face, now he looked serious and more annoyed.

He lunged at her and began to grind her with his fists. She didn't contain herself in the slightest, little by little, the poor demi-human's face began to swell and some bruises were visible, she even knocked out some teeth that jumped out there.

Kisara already had broken lips, from time to time she spat blood, her head did not stop rocking and turning from side to side. Her eyes were swollen, bruises were visible on her cheekbones, her nose was dripping with blood and even so, even with so much abuse, she had not screamed.

"It's about to end," she thought to herself again, cheering herself up as some saliva mixed with a lot of blood came down from the corners of her mouth.

"Don't think I'm done, there's still more" the man took a few steps away from the girl.

He seemed to have finally finished the beating with his bare fists.

The girl breathed with some difficulty, and even so, almost with a blurred look, she looked at the clock and in truth there were only a few minutes left, no, in her opinion there was only a measly minute left, "one minute, I'm sure there is only one minute left" she said to herself with more than enough desire to just lie down to sleep.

Unfortunately, that would not be the case.

-Whistle-

Humming a whistling song, the man walked slowly to what appeared to be a pile of burning coal inside a metal container.

The girl could not see well, from her position plus her blurred vision it was impossible for her to observe what would be the last torture apparatus that the man would use to make her suffer.

"Maybe you think you've finally been saved, my beautiful Kisara." Using gloves, the man held a long metal tube very tightly, but quite carefully. It is the marker iron, the word KISARA located at the end used to mark the others burned red hot.

The heat it gave off was incredible, so much so that even away from that area the man's forehead began to spill several drops of sweat.

"I'm really so sorry, Kisara," a slight blush formed on the cruel man's face, "but, once I start having fun, it's too hard for me to stop until I'm completely satisfied... One way or another, I'll make you scream and we can get on with our fun game."

After a few moments of being almost out of it, the girl's eyesight began to recover. She could already make out things and looked at the clock.

Thirty seconds, it was impossible for it to be more than that.

"Kisara" sighing heavily, the man averted his eyes to the other side, while he did that and as strange as it seemed to him he felt some heat and that sensation only increased with the passing of the seconds.

"You know it's impossible for me to stop once we start our game."

Kisara began to tremble.

"I've been holding back too much, always keeping the sane that if you don't scream until the sand falls, I'll stop tormenting you, but today will be a different day." He looked at Kisara's body and licked his lips "I've always been excited to mark your body with new wounds, that way, I know you're only mine and no one else's."

"Now it's time for us to level up, the mark I will leave you will be different, this time it is to show my own gratitude to VARANUS. It is thanks to this organization that I was able to have you, so try to hold on as long as you can."

Kisara's eyes shed countless amounts of tears as they opened like plates.

Her head was spinning and she was working at more than a thousand per second, the sight of the iron marker with the word "KISARA", her own name, shining red hot seemed macabre. She was not stupid and knew what her master intended..

Currently, she had countless marks of VARANUS on her abdomen, but all made from cuts, they had never gone to such extremes.

Kisara muttered with a broken voice, no longer smoldering, he didn't even try to walk away because the subcontinent already knew that he was useless.

She only watched as that thing with her name burning slowly approached her person "please n-don't do it... that's too much," she murmured again, already beginning to cry.

TSSSSSSSSSS

-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH-

The frightful cries of pain filled the room with pure agony. Kisara cried, screamed and kicked in the purest and agonizing pain, she was not able to resist any longer.

What they did to her was something of another level, levels of pain that his body, body and mind were totally impossible for her to bear.

Poor Kisara's forever scarred skin, excruciating pain, and heartbreaking screams made obvious a higher level of suffering she was going through.

"Oh! Kisara," said that nefarious man, pretending to be sad while inside he was even excited watching and listening to Kisara squirm and scream. "And you were so close to it, it's really a real shame, but I'm afraid we'll start our fun game again."

The master went to the hourglass, turning it upside down again, starting time from scratch and resuming the torture.

Lessening some more of the pain caused by being branded with a red-hot iron, Kisara wept completely silently, sobbing with grief and feeling sorry for herself. Those tears were extremely heartbreaking, she was only seconds away from being able to free herself from so much torture.

Her own mind tormented her "so little, if you just shut your mouth for a few more seconds, just a few seconds more."

"Alright, Kisara, you know the rules," the master couldn't stop laughing, reveling in Kisara's burnt skin "if you scream before the hourglass empties, we must start again, over and over again."

TSSS TSSS TSSS TSSS TSSS

-AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH-

Kisara's screams were truly agonizing.

Her master continued to punish her, over and over again without the slightest hint of mercy. He was laughing like a maniac and without the slightest hint of mercy, he only dedicated himself to marking her all over her body, melting her skin and making it clear that he is a true heartless.

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And he did it over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over again.

Kisara felt pain and suffered like never before in her life.

There was no healthy part left in her because, with the iron marker, he marked her everywhere: the legs, the torso, the arms, the breasts, the tail and even the face.

The word Kisara, her very name, now became a real torture.

But, at least, that nefarious being had enough reasoning capacity not to mark Kisara in his most important part, his intimacy.

It was like a kind of path of no return. Although he probably hadn't done it just for the sake of it, he couldn't have sex with her.

Although thinking that right now was stupid, Kisara couldn't do it. She concentrated on having her eyes closed very tightly and shouting to the sky. Her body would be left with those terrible marks forever.

It was not enough for the man to look at her with all the horrible wounds adorning every part of her body, now he even marked her so cruelly and all for still wanting to "continue playing", a real game of cruelty.

She couldn't even defend herself, her mind was breaking and deteriorating with every scream she let out.

Kisara's screams did not stop, rather, they increased in intensity when for more than fifteen seconds, he let the red-hot marker iron eat Kisara's skin, and it was the one on his face.

Their lamentations became deathly, and they went to heaven as if they were supplications.

If the Gods existed, those existences that are above all and that preach so much about love and understanding, but that also preach about punishing those who perform acts of evil, wouldn't this be the moment when they would do something?

This is the time to act once and for all and save it.

The Gods are letting a girl die in pure agony and in such an indescribable way, was the fact that she was a demi-human enough to turn her back?

It was not the case; it was not for that reason or anything like that. The world hides more mysteries than one would think and the fact that the Gods have never been seen before, but still talked about was the greatest of all. Myths arise from legends and legends are started by someone.

Something had to have happened for someone to speak about the Ten Warrior Gods.

"What a pity," said the brute master, an imbecile and unhappy scum who delighted in the wild sight of the marker iron that had lost its burning shine, an unmistakable sign of cooling.

He could still mark her, but his twisted mind had thrown other evil and nefarious ideas at him: "It's not hot anymore, but you know that, while I marked you and listened to your beautiful "moans" I saw how your ears seemed to move as if they were not part of you and had a life of their own..."

Kisara was breathing hard and with marked difficulty, trying to recover some of the oxygen lost by the screams, but in any case, he was so into his own enduring the pain that he was not even able to hear the words of his cruel and evil master:

"I wonder what would happen if I took them out of you?..."

Kisara's eyes widened in true surprise, as if she had heard truly gruesome, horrible, terrible news. They would cut off his ears and he was able to hear that.

"Don't worry, Kisara," the master grabbed a pair of scissors which looked very sharp, "those cute little ears of yours will become your pets." Kisara's ears dropped as she watched as her master slowly walked towards her with obvious intentions of making her suffer even more.

The scissors opened and closed framing their edge, the noise caused by that act was like a vile melody that promised pain and suffering.

The scissors couldn't wait to taste that red blood as it slipped down the cruel edge, it wanted to taste the blood of this demi-human and wanted to do it now.

"P-please, master," she said it quietly, in an almost inaudible tone because each word was released as if it were an extremely thin thread, "I implore you, stop... I-I can't take it anymore."

But Kisara's pleas fell on sadistic ears that pretended to be deaf.

He positioned himself on Kisara's left side and watched her for a few moments before continuing with his business: "So, it's time for us to continue our game, Kisara, and this time I hope you can hold on. Because I will make you suffer much more."

"Please don't," she muttered, "master, please don't do this to me, just for today leave me alone." Again on deaf ears.

Then, with his right hand, the master stretched Kisara's left ear, quite strong so that it is well stretched and straight so that he can continue with his "fun".

Kisara was already beginning to cry bitterly, and she closed her eyes just as she saw her master bring the scissors closer to her ears. She out of mercy, and her supplications went to heaven. With her tears she asked that the torture end as quickly as possible.

The man then proceeded "shout Kisara, shout for me."

And he made the first cut.

-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH-

Kisara's agonized screams were worse than ever, the pain of being marked with the marker iron was nothing compared to having her ears cut off, slowly but progressively.

She could even hear the edge of the scissors cutting through her characteristic ears. Kisara took a deep breath only to continue screaming as she had run out of air.

-AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH-

The scissors opened and closed slowly, but they did stop, emulating being a beast that fed on the flesh of a newly acquired prey. The master even moaned, delighting in the painful cries of pain of his slave.

Tears fell uncontrollably, sliding down Kisara's burned, melted face. She wanted to run, she wanted to rub herself and get rid of the pain and, above all, she wanted to teach her master a lesson, but it was impossible. The chains that had her imprisoned were too thick to break, and she was also too tired.

CRAS

The master made a last effort and ended up cutting off the entirety of Kisara's ear, from one end to the other

-Fiu-

He pretended to have been working more than ever "look Kisara, your cute squirrel ears" he called mockingly, showing her what were once ears so beautiful that they made you want to pet them and play with them "it looks like this one is already dead, but it doesn't matter."

Drops of the carmine liquid fell from the jaws of that scissors, satisfied with the blood she had swallowed. But apparently, he wanted more.

The master looked at the ear for a moment and threw it aside as if it were just garbage, useless meat and prepared to continue with his tortuous game "now there's that other ear, I'm sure you can have that one as your pet." Kisara closed her eyes, and still the tears escaped from between his eyelids.

She felt a chill run down his spine at her master's words. "I'll cut off your other ear and this time I'll do it much faster because I have an uncontrollable desire to play with your tail."

He observed the precise moment when Kisara's tired tail made a sudden movement, reflecting the owner's mood. "I think I could even use it as a rug, it has the perfect shape, it must be quite comfortable to the touch with your feet, don't you think, Kisara?"

"Y-Yes," Kiara replied.

The man continued to examine what other parts he could rip off. For a moment he raised his eyebrows looking at his large squirrel teeth "you know, something that has always bothered me is your squirrel teeth, I can't kiss you properly with those things in the way and it's difficult for you to give me pleasure like that. So, I'll use these tweezers and rip them off for you."

Kisara's eyes widened again because of the terrifying act her master intended to perform.

"It's a shame, but to your misfortune I don't have anything I could use as an anesthetic, not even a Terrestrial flower, so you'll have to put up with it... without shouting."

Kisara hyperventilated and watched all the horrific tools of torture that would be used to inflict even more damage on him.

Clanck clanck clanck

It was the sound of the pincers, opening and closing, producing a cruel and macabre melody of terror.

"And finally..." He looked straight into her eyes, those brown eyes so dull that they must surely be truly beautiful. The cruel man smiled maliciously and arrogantly, "Your eyes, I really like your eyes, they are so beautiful, so I will pluck one from you and keep it with my most precious objects.

"I promise I'll keep it very well and buy you the cutest patch I can find."

Terror and anguish were evident all over Kisara's face, her body began to tremble with panic and terror. Uneasiness took over his thinking and he lost his mind. She had no hope left.

"No..." Kisara was dying of fear and despair tortured her. Just thinking about everything I would do to him caused his mind to break. His heart broke, his voice was broken, and finally his mind had broken.

"Please, no, master. Don't do that to me, please, I beg you... PLEASEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE MASTER, NOOOOOOO, I IMPLORE YOU, PLEASE NO MORE, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO”

-AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH-

"JAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJA YES, KISARA, SCREAM, ¡SCREAM FOR ME!"

Kisara went crazy and was beside herself, defeated, shitty, and without the slightest hope that something would happen and she could at least break free from this torture.

She has always been aware that once she was bought by this unfortunate man, she would have a very bad time, but she never imagined that she would reach these levels of torture and mistreatment and who knows what else would await her.

CRAS

The master went back to his business, starting again, but now with the other ear, it slowly caused him indescribable pain as those jaws swallowed as much of the blood that emanated as they could.

-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH-

"GODS, PLEASE, SOMEONE SAVE ME!"

The scream came from the depths of his being before his own mind decided to shut down, at least so he wouldn't feel pain.

TRAS

The door that led to the outside flew backwards, in fact, it even seemed to have exploded suddenly.

Loudly and quickly, the door had smashed against the wall. The sound of the door was somewhat striking, so much so that the man could not handle his curiosity and quickly turned to look at it.

He was aware of the invasion, he would be stupid if the constant tremors and shaking fruits of the tremendous battle outside did not attract his attention.

"Who's there?" His hands trembled as he held the scissors, much to his heart, for his enemies will now know that this fellow was not careful.

From the frightened way he moved, it could be said that he was not even a mercenary, or perhaps not one who is used to fighting.

The dust from the door bursting against the wall went down and from all the dust emerged two figures, which became three and then increased again.

"The screams were from that poor slave." One of the silhouettes pointed towards the torture bed, in the silhouette you could see what appeared to be the ears of an animal.

"Let's free her as soon as possible." This silhouette appeared to have long ears.

"WHO ARE YOU SUPPOSED TO BE?"

"I will take charge" again and from the dust, one of the figures could be seen taking a fighting position. Although he was in the dust, the position he took was clear, bending his knees slightly and throwing a magical technique.

"Desenvaine Veloz, Tres Cortes Tardíos"

The man could not see what happened, only that from one moment to the next and instantly all the dust disappeared suddenly.

There he could see a group of boys standing and looking at him in a very bad way.

"How did they get here? And how could they get through the door if it has some seals?"

Suddenly, a tremendous and bloody cut occurred diagonally on his torso. Starting at the right chest and reaching the left side of the waist. It was deep and the clear sign was the pile of strange inner fluids that began to emanate from it.

The flesh was quite visible

-Aggg-

Again, another cut, in the same way only in the other direction, now formed an X. Some of his flesh splattered on the sides. The man looked at himself, the pool of blood he left on the ground only increased.

He instantly felt dizzy.

His eyes widened like saucers, looking to the side at his slave who was totally unconscious.

He looked straight ahead again until vertically and starting from the top of his head to where his member should be, a long, thin line was drawn from which some blood came out. His bulging eyes were a clear sign that it was a bad thing.

Suddenly and without further ado, it separated into two halves, the blood had formed the mephitic puddle.

The young leader was really quite impressed, it was not because of the way he had killed or anything like that, but rather because of the mental strength they possessed because he knows that only today they had murdered other people for the first time and yet they were still standing and fighting.

Obviously, it was notorious that they were affected by seeing the blood of other human beings spilled. But this world is like that, not showing mercy for those who are capable of harming others for gold.

"Let's not waste time," said the leader, "separate and check the other rooms, there may be more people being tortured or in captivity in some of them. Mathias, I would be in need of your help because this demi-human may react in a very bad way if a human approach her again even if it is with good intentions."

Each one nodded and they went totally to their own thing, checking each of the doors hoping to find someone else and leave no one behind. Inside the first room, Mathias and the young leader approached the poor demihuman.

"That wretch has played with her." Mathias' expressions denoted a lot of sadness.

He looked at her from head to toe, highlighting in every part of her body, her old wounds and scars joining the new ones. It was hard to see how all over her body she was marked with what was apparently her name "KISARA".

And not only because of what her trunk included "he has even marked her in the face, damn it, it melted part of her face"

Kisara had his name engraved on his legs, abdomen, breasts, arms, tail and even on his face.

"Marking her on the face," commented the young leader while using tools to free her, "cutting off her ears while conscious... what cruelty."

She had finally been released, but Mathias was still unable to take his eyes off that girl. In less than a single day he had seen so much cruelty directed at the people of his race: "Why do they treat demihumans so badly, aren't wars supposed to be over and now there are treaties? Is it so much fun to make us suffer?"

"Despite the fact that there are treaties, there are still feelings of resentment and resentment." The leader sighed, freeing his legs "and the same grudges and feelings that society has are passed on to the new generations, who are once again following that cruel path. Some even take advantage of this and profit from the hatred that, in this case, some humans with airs of superiority possess against the demihumans."

"We demihumans wouldn't treat them this way..."

"I recommend you don't say that..." The leader looked at him with such understanding: "I know it hurts you to see a person of your same race in this state, but you know that in all empires the same kind of garbage inhabits: mercenaries, thieves, rapists, serial killers, and much more. The only difference is that they are of another race."

"Somewhere and right now, a human being must be being tortured by a demi-human who hates the human race..." He lowered his gaze touching one of the semi-human's wounds "five years ago I... I was tortured by one, I had never done anything to him, but he still made me suffer to the point where I wanted my death."

"If it wasn't for one of the ten strongest people in Gignit rescuing me, maybe I'd hate demihumans too, after all, he's a demihuman too."

"Eh"- Mathias almost tilted his head "you mean me..."

"Yes," replied the leader, "your father saved my life, if it weren't for him, maybe I would be murdering demihumans... But enough talk, if you like another day we could talk about this, now is not the time. Help me wake her up and calm her down."

"Yes," Mathias replied, somewhat proud of his father, he couldn't help it, his father had saved a person's life and that person was in front of him thanking him. "As far as I can see, the pain coupled with exhaustion has caused me to lose consciousness."

"It was something obvious," replied the young leader, "it is difficult to bear being tortured without losing consciousness and I know what I am talking about, pain takes all your energy, this girl gave everything of herself to reach this extreme."

And it was like this, for all the sand of the small hourglass to move from the top to the bottom it took an hour, she endured absolutely everything without screaming and reached the point where she only had thirty seconds left to rest.

The physical and mental effort that Kisara had to make to get there is colossal, it is normal that right now he is dying.

"Then shall we take her like this?"

"No," replied the young leader, "let's wake her up, she may be much more injured than she looks, we should treat her or at least wake her up and bring her up to speed, so do it, if the first thing she sees is a human being, she may have a heart attack and die right here."

"Hey, wake up" Mathias touched her face, patting her very gently, he didn't want to be rough, the girl has already suffered too much, the slightest touch badly done could even hurt her.

He looked at the unconscious face of the demihuman, Kisara, from her forehead and on both cheeks, as well as above her left eye.

"Kisara," he called out to her gently, "please wake up, we have come to rescue you."

From the severed ear and the other half-cut one some blood was still dripping, how much he must have suffered and not only that. For a moment Mathias's face discomposed into a horrible grimace of fury.

If they hadn't come to this area the poor demihuman would still be tearing her throat screaming in pain "please, I need you to wake up, it's hard to see a demihuman like me die."

Kisara's eyelids trembled, threatening to open at any moment. His forehead wrinkled until he finally opened his eyes, both eyes, to the joy of the demi-human because, although they marked him in that area, he had not lost any of his lights.

It didn't last long as Kisara began to writhe in pain, she wanted to put her hands to her ears, but it turned out to be quite a feat. She was very tired and could barely move, which became hell because her whole body hurt, even more so every wound that adorned her body. She tightly closed her eyes as she breathed heavily.

"Kisara, we have come to save you" she opened her eyes and the first thing she did was almost die of fear when she saw another person very close to her.

"NO NOOOOOOO" he shouted agonizingly, writhing and wanting to cover himself with his hands "DON'T HURT ME, DON'T TAKE OUT MY EYES, NO NO NO"

The tears that came out of her were real. They pretended to be small streams of water, I was scared to death. Who would not be in her place, the mere thought that she would be severely tortured would break anyone's mind.

"Kisara wait, please calm down" Mathias held the face of the aforementioned making both eyes focus on him. Then, he released her again, stretching one of her feline ears with one hand and the tail with the other "look, I'm a demihuman too, you shouldn't be afraid."

She set about analytically repairing what made this man a demihuman: "We're here to rescue you and take you to the city."

Tears flooded Kisara's hurt cheeks, the small stream turning into a cascade of salty tears

"Save me"

Her voice had broken.

"Please save me"

She couldn't take it anymore; her current lifestyle is plagued with too much pain.

"I can't bear to be a slave anymore, set me free, I beg you."

"Don't worry, that's what we've come for," said the young leader calling the attention of the demihuman, his eyes widened and his whole body trembled in pure panic and terror.

In front of her was a human being "NOOOO A HUMAN, IT WILL HURT ME, IT WILL MAKE ME SUFFER"

She lost control And it was something normal, in her heart there was only fear and at the same time resentment towards humans. He will know how long he has been living this lifestyle because of the guy who has been murdered "calm down, he won't do anything to you, I swear to you."

"B-but he's a human!" she said, and from her position she did her best to cuddle up for Mathias, "they, they make us slaves and kill us."

"But he doesn't," he said again, "we're from Gignit, nobody does that there."

"Are they from Gignit?" asked Kisara, somewhat surprised.

"That's right," the young leader extended his hand to her, pretending that she would do the same: "Please, Kisara, trust me, we will save you and then you can live a happy life where you will never be a slave again."

"WE FOUND ONE MORE"

The three of them heard a scream coming from outside that room.