You are tortured for a long time and in a most cruel manner...

In the following hours, your body endures a wide range of sadistic and perverse torments.

However, the word "hours" seems absurd to your mind, agonizing in the flames of hellish pain.

It seems as if you've been in this dark, terrifying dungeon for an eternity.

All this horror... Your suppressed psyche truly feels like it's lasting an incredibly long time... Judging by the hyper-intensive torment of every tiny part of your body.

Sharp metal needles...

Sizzling hot metal...

Savage mechanisms that stretch your joints to the limit and inflict upon your limbs suffering that previously seemed impossible...

The most terrifying thing is that you very quickly told this bald bastard, dressed in a dark robe, everything he wanted. You answered all his questions honestly time and again...

You told him everything you knew about your relatives (both living and deceased).

Sobbing with pain and fear, you told him everything about yourself...

You detailed all the information you knew about the magical grimoire...

The place where you found this book.

Your next steps and plans.

Alas, your loquacity did not spare you from the most brutal torture.

It seemed these sadists were acting according to a pre-arranged and time-tested plan.

The same questions were asked over and over again...

It felt like some kind of mockery.

As if, beyond obtaining information, the goal was to completely break your will...

You lost consciousness several times, and your gaze darkened. The illusion that this darkness could offer even temporary salvation was quickly dispelled: you were doused from head to toe with some kind of dirty, stinking water from a bucket, and the interrogation continued.

Gradually, you began to approach the brink of complete breakdown and a descent into madness...

However, suddenly, the interrogation was stopped.

You felt someone's strong hands lifting your helpless body (completely covered in bruises, puncture wounds, cuts, and burns) from one of the large wooden torture devices.

"I... I told you everything... You... Are you going to execute me now?" - you mumble, the unpleasant taste of your own blood in your mouth.

Now you can barely see (your vision is blurred by your injuries and the blood trickling down your forehead) – only blurry, dark silhouettes appear before your eyes.

"Heh... Such a quick death would be too easy for you, scum... You will serve..." - you hear the muffled voice of the one who interrogated you.

"But... I... don't understand..." - you manage to utter.

"We know everything about your relatives... If you want them to live, you will serve the Crown... You will serve as you are commanded... And until you die!" - these words reeked of a grave cold and calculated cruelty.

You nod weakly.

Your body trembles slightly as it is carried somewhere.

Another dark room of this nightmarish prison dungeon.

Your body is thoroughly washed.

And then...

More attacks of pain!

But compared to what has happened, it's a trifle...

Your entire body is gradually and carefully covered with strange tattoos.

"Those who possess the ability to cast magic will serve the Crown... Those like you will be a weapon for the royal dynasty until your last breath..." - is the last thing you hear before you lose consciousness.