Alas, it seemed like Donald was aware of Xanathos' thoughts. He put two of his right fingers together and poked at the latter's waist.
Xanathos' expression changed immediately as the pain from his broken finger intensified substantially.
Worse yet, he was sober and awake at the moment. It was impossible for him to pass out from the torment.
“What... did you... do to me?” Xanathos gasped out.
He could feel his energy seeping out of his body, which made it hard for him to breathe.
The pain terrified him a little.
“I didn't do anything. My stance remains the same. As long as you tell me where Aldrich is, your suffering will end. If not, I don't mind playing games with you for another day and night,” Donald answered calmly.
Xanathos closed his eyes, unwilling to communicate with Donald further.
“Very well! You're an unyielding man.” Donald lifted the wine bottle and broke another of Xanathos' fingers.
Wails of agony reverberated around the room.
That time around, without waiting for Xanathos to recover from the pain, Donald raised the bottle and broke his third finger.
As Donald swung the bottle, he said, “Are you aware that a human body has hundreds of other bones than those found on our ten fingers? I'd like to see how long you can endure this torture!”
While he inflicted pain on Xanathos, Aldrich was at his private mansion in Pollerton, sipping red wine and watching a movie.
A woman in a leopard-print bikini snuggled against him.
The four of his subordinates, who stood in his living room, would occasionally lay their eyes on her, lusting after her inwardly.
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