Chapter 127. Desperation

The cell was full of her wails and cries. Two persons were on their knees, spilling tears. On one of the chairs sat him, while on the other sat her restless form, wriggling against the chains. The room was filled with armed men. Emotionless. Having no mercy on her form, which was going restless. His eyes were steely, and his stance was formidable. He only exuded darkness, as if someone had activated his no-mercy form.

Two of those armed men stood next to the two kneeling persons, holding cutters in their hands. The edges of those steel cutters gleamed. Anyone who looked at those horrifying instruments would shiver if they realized these weapons were going to be used on human beings. The men holding the instruments carried no expressions on their faces, as if they were trained robots. Their eyes were masked with shades. Their well-built bodies were clad in black t-shirts and pants, the shirts sticking to their forms like a second skin. In one hand, they held the cutters, while