Maliya's POV
“Take out her nails,” he instructed. I quavered in fear what kind of torture was this? The guard brought out sharp edge tools and nails, seeing this my heart flinched. The strange man laughed out loud, “You would die slowly and gradually. Pain, they say, can end one’s life.” He placed the sharp edge tool on my nails, dipping it into my skin. I groaned loudly in pain. It hurt like hell, blood sipped out of my toes, and I felt my nerves ring through my brains. My heart at the moment was palpitating. “Please stop, I beg you, please stop,” I begged. The smile on his face showed that he enjoyed the pain I was going through. I looked at him with pleading eyes, “Please, tell them to stop. Please.” I begged again.
He moved towards me, clenching my jaw tightly. My teeth felt numb to
