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A week later, in a dungeon under the city. Still with the same indifferent expression on his face, wet Aidan lay on a pile of rotten straw. In some tattered trousers, he had long seemed like an ordinary street tramp. Only a relief and strong torso could betray a not weak person in him, otherwise, at the moment, he was even weaker than a dog.

- You stink worse than the yard dog! Gonzalez snorted, pulling on a black glove.

- Dirty animal! - with disgust, he lifted the magician's head by the hair and licked his yellow teeth:

- I hate such cute faces! - grumbled the jailer, and then with a sneer pulled out a small knife and lightly stroked the blade across Aidan's face, from forehead to lips, as if trying to make a straight line, cutting a deep cut on Aidan's face. As soon as the blood began to ooze, Gonzalez laughed vilely.

- The geek sleeps further, as soon as you wake up, I will reward you for all these days. While you sleep, I will mutilate your filthy face every day!

Throwing away the magician like a bag of bones, he spat on the ground and, laughing, left the dungeon, rubbing his palms:

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- Time to play well with our queen, ha ha ha!

For the next hour, muffled bangs were heard from a nearby cell. Gonzalez growled furiously and kicked mercilessly at the defenseless girl, trembling, covering her precious belly. She had not screamed for a long time, only allowed herself to let out a couple of bitter tears and, like a broken doll, huddle in a corner, resigned to her own situation. But, sometimes it happened that occasionally weak screams still escaped from her throat: - W-please ... H-stop ... my r-child ...

- Ha! Stop lying bitch! Tell the truth and the General will spare you!

The sadness could not be hidden ... How can you convince a fanatic that he is wrong?

Irene spoke the pure truth. Did Gonzalez believe? No matter. He himself did not care deeply. Although he could not cut the girl, he still followed the basic rules in her torture. Basically, he starved her to death and cold, every day he tried to fill her face well and trample her face into the mud. He did not hit below the chest, just in case, and if he used tools, then only a whip, and hit on the back and legs. This experienced jailer was not a fool, although he obeyed the king, he did not want to tempt his fate. Something in this woman still frightened him and, perhaps, partly because he could not contain his anger ... However, if it were not an order, he would not even go to this woman and just let her die alone ...

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The torture continued for another week, and then another day came for the inhabitants of the cold dungeon of the Dragon Kingdom. This time, Gonzalez, as usual, began with an icy greeting - a bucket of cold water! During all this time, from such "water procedures", Aidan has almost washed himself of blood, only his face still retained dried marks, but only they belonged to him due to daily cuts. Gonzalez was very impressed by his regeneration, from which he cut and cut with pleasure! In fact, carried away by the new victim, he even began to often ignore Irene.

So that day, having doused Aidan with water, he grabbed him by the hair, looked at his clean face without a single scar and whistled:

- Well, you and a freak ... Damn it, I would give your face a jerk! I used to fuck women every day, and even for free! Ha ha ha! - licking his lips, the jailer took out a small blade and narrowed his eyes:

- Today I will try to cut out your eyes, see if you can restore them. One sorceress from the tavern was willing to pay a lot of money for such a sample. Let's see ... Behind the wall, Irene sighed bitterly again, realizing that instead of her, an unknown person again got it. It was hard to understand why Gonzalez liked to torture someone who couldn't even answer. He became less cruel with her and often simply ignored her, but this did not calm her at all, but rather made her even more worried. However, to some extent, she could be glad for this "lucky" person who was daily abused and did not even know about it.

"But if you don't wake up, most likely they will just kill you ..." - Irene knew well that her death was also a matter of time, but for some reason, she had already been delayed for almost two years. Hundreds of days of torture would break anyone, but she couldn't give up ... In the end, she got used to it. In fact, her torture is not at all equal to what Gonzalez was just talking about to this unknown person behind the wall. She was never cut, at most they beat her with a whip to deep wounds on the back, but even those doctors came to heal on time. As if in a mockery ... Such a humiliation! Then again the torture, although not so cruel. Perhaps those weeks of recovery can be called the only calm days in this cold cell. How long has she not felt the warmth of the sun ...

- Wow! Just look! - suddenly exclaimed Gonzalez. Even Irene was surprised and listened, continuing to tremble on his pile of straw.

The jailer jerked the knife away from Aidan's bloody forehead, on which he had already carved a couple of three crosses. Just then, the magician's bloody eyelids suddenly opened! His dull eyes slowly took on a crimson glow.

- Woke up ... Ha! And you ... - Gonzalez flinched sharply! When those eyes finally shone and focused on him, he involuntarily let go of his hands from Aidan's head and hastily retreated! Even the knife almost slipped out of my hands.

This look...

"What the hell ..." - it was not the first time he experienced a similar animal fear, once he was unlucky enough to face a dragon - such a horror he remembered for the rest of his life! Only these powerful creatures could scare him with just their appearance, and Aidan's eyes drove him to a similar tremor in the back of his head!

- Kha ... Kha ... - as soon as the guy fell face down on the stone floor, he immediately coughed. The whole body ached, but for some reason the forehead burned ...

A bloody veil clouded his eyes. It became clear where this heat came from ...

- Ha-ah ... - Aidan did not speak, he involuntarily felt a dangerous intention from the side and the streams of life of strangers. Moreover, now he felt concentrated streams of negative emotions. He was clearly not in a resort town along the Akane beaches. Still in the past. After the massacre ... Memories slowly began to clear up.

"I'm alive ... Hah, what a luck ..."

It was at this moment, when he gathered everything piece by piece, that he heard a satisfied laugh. Ears hurt, but Aidan heard clearly.

- .... jerk, you finally woke up! Great, now you will tell me everything!

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