C115 The Bloodthirsty Servant Master Can't Run Away(12)

The corner of the boy's mouth curled into a sinister, bloodthirsty smile, and then he regained his composure.

He slowly turned around and walked in the direction of the torture instruments that filled the walls.

Spiked collar? No, the damage was too high. If he played with this animal, he would die.

Blunt knife? Sure, he would be executed. One slash after another, he would cut off his flesh