Chapter 285 Practice (1/2)

The one who got chosen was cursing and crying internally while the other two were relieved and prayed that the first one cracked. Perhaps, if he did, they'd be spared?

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Ice was well-known for his brutality but no one had heard anything about his 'interrogation' methods. He had always been the 'fist' type of person that simply pummeled a person - to death, sometimes. He was also known to prolong a fight and cause multiple injuries without actually causing death. Months of rehabilitation and becoming handicapped, but not death.

Those sort of straight forward tortures.

It was the King that was known to be of the more 'meticulous' type and no one wanted to be subjected to his 'loving' care. The legend of him skinning Dr. Dre had become the story that the new recruits were told to keep them in line.

Most didn't quite believe it until they saw the dried up skin that was on display in the King's inner office. Nitocris always made sure he personally gave them a pep talk to them, with the skin on display, before they began training.

The way the King just sat there, exuding a chilling, cold display as he gave them the speech about loyalty and dedication ... then he would gaze lovingly at the display and say at the end, ”Be loyal, and I will care for you. Betray me ... well, let's just say Dr. Dre is rather lonely.”

So, now, the King was telling his top assassin, Ice, to take over the interrogation. Ice, who they regarded as the King's Knight, was allowed to do the first deed. They didn't know if it was better, or worse.

Did his Knight meet the standards of the King so he was allowed to do this? Or was the King merely wanting to wet the waters first? Was he worse than the King or better? Worse, as in the torture wouldn't be as bad as the King's, of course.

The unknown factor proved part of the fear as well.

The poor, unfortunate soul watched as Ice crouched down next to him and gave a chilling smile. He could feel an oppressive pressure bearing down on him but it wasn't as bad as he thought it would be. Still, it was enough to petrify him so that he lay there, shivering and utterly scared at the thought of what was going to happen.

Kyle gave a slow smirk, careful not to let his aura spill out too much. He wanted it to drag on, building up the pressure of fear within the man. He put his finger on the guy's navel, going down and just stopping at the base of the d*ck.

He paused, and looked up at the guy's face, smiling as he twirled his finger just around the area but not quite touching it. Kyle then looked back down, bringing his finger up to the guy's chest. It was a slow move, and the finger even zig-zagged on his chest, until it reached his neck.

All this while, his eyes were down, observing the finger and the guy's skin, so his cold blue eyes were hidden under those eyelashes of his. The guy, who was getting this special treatment, felt his breath getting shallower and shallower, as he felt the finger making a trail on his body.

Ice then trailed his finger right up to the guy's temple and it was then, he looked up and stared straight into the guy's eyes.