Melody of Strength novel

Chapter 118

Outside the wooden door, agonized screams pierced the air. When Aurora heard them, she nearly fainted from fear.

She knew exactly what torture her cousin and comrades were enduring, because she had inflicted the same punishment on the captured Westhaven crown prince.

Castration–cutting a man’s private part off while the victim was alive, and watching it writhe on the ground like a twisted worm.

If Arthur had screamed even once, the torment might have stopped. However, he had bitten his tongue and stayed silent. Her soldiers then urinated on his wounds and body, then slashed him repeatedly, mixing blood and urine together.

Recalling that scene had once brought Aurora satisfaction.

Now, it filled her with deep terror.

Liam pulled out a dagger, and she screamed, “No! Stay away from me!”

He kneeled, and cut the ropes binding her. Seeing her cower in fear only fueled his rage further.

To think Arthur had been humiliated by such a cowardly creature!

Once the ropes were gone, he grabbed her by the hair and dragged her roughly outside. The cold and the pain on her scalp were overwhelming, and she almost burst into tears.

Liam yanked her into the open, snow–covered ground, and flung her down forcefully.

Eighteen men lay in the snowy clearing. They had been stripped naked, and not a single piece of fabric covered them. Each of them were lying in their own pools of blood. Their severed manhoods lay nearby, also soaked in blood. They screamed in agony, writhing just as Arthur had. Unlike him, however, they couldn’t hold back their miserable screams.

Only after prolonged torture did Arthur finally scream.

The moment he did, everyone cheered. Destroying a man’s dignity proved to be a deeply satisfying

experience.

Aurora, unable to bear the sight, was terrified and tried to crawl away. But she was quickly grabbed by the hair and dragged back. Someone gripped her chin, forcing her to watch.

“Look closely,” a cold voice commanded. ‘See how you inflicted this brutality.”

Her jaw ached from the grip, and she struggled in vain. She had no choice but to witness the gruesome scene before her.

Many soldiers approached, unfastened their pants, and urinated on the eighteen men. In the freezing weather, the urine quickly turned to ice on their bodies. They were in unbearable pain, the cold and the injuries combining to make their suffering even worse. Their screams echoed across the hillside.

Aurora’s body went limp. What had once been a satisfying sight now filled her with horror and pain.

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afraid? This is just the beginning.” Liam said, his voice as cold as the snow and ice around

Aurora was in so much fear, her soul was close to leaving her body.

The Westhaven soldiers began to slash at her soldiers‘ bodies with their swords. Each cut drew blood, which then froze in the cold. The pain from the cold didn’t numb them; it only worsened the agony. The Westhaven soldiers deliberately avoided vital areas, ensuring they would live but suffer immensely.

Aurora didn’t want to look. She didn’t dare to look, but her chin was held tightly in place, and her shoulders were pinned down. She lacked even the strength to struggle. She was forced to watch helplessly as her cousin and soldiers endured the torment.

She trembled violently, knowing that she was next.

Sure enough, she was pushed to the ground with her limbs splayed out. Another group of men approached, undoing their pants and urinating on her. The foul–smelling liquid drenched her body. head, face, eyes, mouth, and nose, causing her to cough and choke.

She didn’t dare open her mouth to scream. She could only shake her head frantically, trying to fling off the foul liquid. But her mouth couldn’t stay shut because she wanted to vomit, and when she opened her mouth to retch, more urine poured in.

Aurora struggled desperately, utterly humiliated.

Someone roughly yanked off her clothes, tore off her inner clothing, and pulled down her pants. She screamed in terror, thinking they intended to assault her.

But instead of violating her, they cut her. A sword sliced into the base of her thigh, and she felt warm blood gushing out.

However, it soon stopped. Someone took a dagger, and began carving words into her face.

She was held down, her eyes wide with terror. She could feel her blood flow with each cut, mingling with the searing pain and overwhelming shame.