When the whip goes down, it will be broken.

"That's right, just hold it up, don't scream. Even if you scream, you lose. Hahaha!" Dovna raised her whip, whipped one whip after another, and tried her best.

The crazy laughter could be heard even when standing outside the prison gate.

However, Alvin just didn't scream, he just endured it.

He kept fighting, and until Dovna was tired from hitting, Alvin still didn't scream. Although he was already on the verge of fainting, he still had his eyes open and silently stared at Dovna who was panting.

"I really didn't scream. It's so boring." Dovna pouted, "These guys I tortured before were all beaten up just a few times. I told them that as long as they beg for mercy, I would let them go, and they would really beg for mercy. Then I told them that I was lying to them. Um... You really didn't say a word. Just drag it back, it's not fun at all."

The two guards who had been guarding each other quickly stepped forward and untied Alvin, who was already on the verge of fainting, from the cross, and dragged it away.

...

He threw Alvin into the prison heavily, and the two guards locked the door, turned around and left.

...

The sunlight shining through the window into the prison moved little by little until it disappeared completely.

After nightfall, Alvin still lay quietly in place, as if he was dead. During this period, the guards came in to investigate twice.

Because the Blue Armored Knight Miller came, he also wanted to torture Elvin, but unfortunately Dovna came one step earlier, and Alvin's condition was no longer suitable for any punishment.

In addition, the guard also brought a bowl of clear water and half a piece of black bread, which was placed next to Alvin.

It was not until midnight that Alvin slowly opened his eyes in a violent cough.

"Are you awake?" A voice asked him in the darkness.

"Who?" Alvin slowly rolled his eyes.

The prison was extremely dim and could only be illuminated by a small oil lamp on the walls in the distance. When the light came to Alvin, it was basically impossible to see anything clearly.

It was Dovna who came last night that the guards took the torch and hung it on the iron rack next to Alvin's cell.

"Is it Mr. Simon?" Alvin asked in a low voice again.

"Is Simon? Is it one of the two who escaped? I heard that two of you ran away." The voice whispered.

Oh, that's definitely not Simon.

Alvin slowly closed his eyes again and continued to lie quietly.

"My man, I tell you, you can't do that. If she wants you to scream, you have to scream. If she wants you to cry, you have to cry immediately. If she wants you to cry, you have to cry immediately. If you want you to beg for mercy, you have to beg for mercy immediately. Maybe she will beat you harder at the beginning, but soon she will lose interest in you. If you persist like this, she will come and beat you every day. Sooner or later, you will be beaten to death by her accidentally."

"Who are you?" Alvin opened his eyes again.

"Well... a bad person here. If you are willing to give me your bread, I will tell you something else. Anyway, you don't look like you are ready to eat it, so why not give it to me."

Turning his face, Alvin saw a dirty hand stretching out through the gap in the wall, a prison next to him stretched out a dirty hand. It looked like a man's hand. He tried hard to touch the half piece of black bread next to Alvin, but he couldn't touch it no matter what.

It looks at least thirty centimeters away.

Alvin gritted his teeth, moved his feet, and kicked the half of the bread over.

The hand that touched the bread quickly held the bread and shrank it back. Alvin could clearly feel that the other party was trying hard to stuff the bread into his mouth, even the sound of breathing was different.

After slowing down, Alvin asked softly: "Tell me who she is."

"She is a girl who was originally locked up here and sold her soul to the demon. Yes, that's it."

"What about you? Who are you?"
Chapter completed!