The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

As they advanced, Frank could feel air getting more damp, with the stench of blood and rot getting even more pungent, to the point that one could throw up. "A torture chamber?" Frank asked interestedly.

He was no stranger to torture chambers as he met Burt Yorkman in the one at Riverton.

In this case, this place was definitely the one in Zamri.

"Cut the chatter," someone growled as he was led into an elevator that descended below the surface.

Eventually, the thick steel doors parted, and Frank immediately heard the screams.

And they were all, men whose very will was crumbling under the audible crack of whips, and the sizzling hiss of branding iron burning into their skin.

There was maniacal laughter on top of that, along with a stench that was worse than before. And he could feel from the wetness of the floor that it was flooded with ankle-deep puddles down the hallway.

The rug sack on Frank's head was then taken off, and he found himself staring down a pitch-black hallway, as well as the screaming inmates who were being tortured in the distance.

On both sides of the hallway cells with steel bars, with horrific torture tools and inmates who were sitting or crouching inside.

of the inmates had a hauntingly savage glare in their eyes. Some were shaking the cell bars, and some were kowtowing and begging for mercy, while others were rambling and spewing expletives. It was a place no one would want

"Move!"

from the back,

dozen yards, where someone looking like a jailer

and smacked Frank inside, shutting the door behind him and

studied the cell, around seven men were already surrounding him in the darkness, their eyes flashing

huh? Take off

"What?"

a savage looking man

cell was pitch-black, Frank could see with his sharp eyes that he was barely covered in rags, and his feet were swollen

that Frank was not moving, the burly man bared his teeth threateningly. "What are y looking at?!

"Hehehe..."

laughter could be heard from the nearby

surprised we'd