DRAMA NOVEL ONLINE Chapter Kiryo's Silent Torment
In the oppressive depths of the forbidding castle of Celestoria, within the confines of a dank and oppressive dungeon, a scene of harrowing torment unfolded, one that defied the spirit of a brave and resolute soul. Kiryo, imprisoned and bound, bore his suffering in stoic silence. The room was shrouded in shadows, the air heavy with an eerie stillness that contrasted starkly with the brutality being enacted.
The guard, a menacing figure clad in the dark armor of the Celestorian prison, wielded a cruel whip with malice in his heart. Each ruthless lash was intended to break not just Kiryo’s body but also his spirit. The whip, a sadistic instrument of torture, was fashioned from leather strands embedded with shards of unforgiving metal, designed to rend flesh with merciless precision. As it cracked through the air, it left behind a symphony of pain, every strike etching into Kiryo’s flesh.
But Kiryo, a beacon of unwavering bravery, refused to yield to his tormentors. His jaw clenched in determined resolve, he bore the agony with unflinching composure. The lashes carved deep, raw furrows into his skin, revealing the crimson life force beneath, but still, not a sound escaped his lips.
His back, once untouched and pure, now bore the intricate scars of his ordeal, a testament to his courage and iron will. The guard, frustrated by Kiryo’s resilience, showed no mercy. His face remained an inscrutable mask of malevolence as he continued to deliver blow after excruciating blow. The room echoed only with the sound of the whip and the cruel laughter of the tormentor, as Kiryo’s pain remained a silent agony.
In the depths of the castle of Celestoria, within that cruel and unforgiving dungeon, Kiryo’s body became a canvas of scars that bore witness to his suffering. His spirit, unbroken and indomitable, shone as a beacon of resistance in the face of relentless torment. His future, though uncertain, remained resolute, a testament to the enduring strength of the human spirit.
In the eastern part of the castle, bathed in opulence, Prince Draven reclined on a sumptuous divan, surrounded by exquisite tapestries and dimly lit by flickering candles. He was indulging in sensual pleasures, accompanied by a trio of alluring courtesans who attended to his every desire. The air was thick with the scent of incense and the soft melodies of a lute played by a minstrel in the corner.
One of the courtesans, her voice a sultry whisper, leaned in and inquired, “Your Highness, we’ve heard rumors about a new prisoner. Is it true?” Her eyes sparkled with curiosity as she fed the prince a succulent grape.
Prince Draven, a wicked grin dancing on his lips, savored the grape and replied, “Indeed, my dear. A nosy interloper who dared to question my authority. I’ve taken it upon myself to educate him in the error of his ways.” He took a sip of wine and continued, “Whipping some humility into him should do the trick.”
The other courtesans exchanged knowing glances, their expressions a mix of intrigue and amusement. The eldest among them, her voice laced with seduction, purred, “And have you succeeded in breaking his spirit, Your Highness?”
Prince Draven chuckled, his fingers lightly tracing the curves of a crystal goblet. “Not yet,” he said with a hint of anticipation in his eyes. “But I take pleasure in the process. He’s a tough one, I’ll give him that.”
The third courtesan, a young and enchanting beauty, poured wine into the prince’s goblet, her voice tender as she spoke, “Perhaps, my lord, it would be more enjoyable to have him witness the decadence of your court, as he languishes in the dungeons.”
Prince Draven considered her words, a devious thought forming in his mind. “A splendid idea, my dear. Perhaps it’s time he learned the true price of defiance.”
The courtesans exchanged satisfied glances, understanding that their prince’s whims were as capricious as they were enticing. In the luxurious chamber of Prince Draven, as wine flowed and delicacies were savored, the prisoners’ fate took a darker turn.