After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World - Chapter 1068

Chapter 1068: Torture Chamber (Part 1)

A/N: Trigger warning to those who don’t like torture. It’s just Patte and his people, but yeah.

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Helios kicked Patte smack to the wall and watched him drop down, groaning in pain.

His eyes were dark as he looked at the bastard. Everyone was aware of the evil this bastard had done.

All those people, especially the women…

To he’d think this world was crawling with men like this—and will continue to do so, for generations to come—and he couldn’t help but think of his daughter!

(They did not know this for sure, but Helios was adamant it was a girl).

The thought of it made him angry and he ended up entering the cell to kick Patte again, over and over, and the man could only helplessly accept the onslaught of anger and pain.

Patte’s eyes darkened, the memories of him doing the same to countless others resurfacing.

To think he was reduced to the same level as those people!

Regardless of the anger and shame bursting in his heart, Patte did not have the energy to move and he could only wait as time passed and more and more of his men were taken in.

Hours ticked by and the screams didn’t stop, though there were pauses in between that were filled with murmurs they could no longer hear.

The longer the person talked, the lesser the screams, and it was obvious they were succumbing. Those fools—should he kill them when he got out of here?

The screams were from different people, and Patte could recognize their voices. Soon, he even heard the voices from those supposed to be in the system prison, like Panghi and Uttot.

Their screams were particularly loud and torturous, but they also gave up rather quickly because the sounds abruptly stopped.

Eventually, everyone else’s interrogation ended and it was finally Patte’s turn. His body turned cold, understanding what was to come.

He was lifted up by two people dragging him by an arm each. The new position allowed him to finally spit out the dirty cloth, allowing him to yell.

“LET ME GO!” he yelled, voice cracking. He saw that neither of the guards this time wasn’t the one from before, and he couldn’t help but try pushing his luck one more time. “I’ll give you the head guard position in Basset Town! Just help me!”

The guards didn’t even look at him as they dragged him to the chambers, laying him on a table and tying his appendages well.

He also felt a squishy feeling under him and he smelled piss and feces where he laid, which was both disgusting and terrifying.

Patte’s jaw clenched and his eyes turned red as he—with the minimal strength and spirit he had left—tried to struggle out of his hold, but to no avail.

He looked up to see the highest-ranking military man—Garan was his name, according to the information they had gathered.

With him was a small group of guards—including that bastard Helios from before. Garan looked at Helios and handed him a small bottle.

The dark-skinned man then stepped forward and shoved its contents in Patte’s mouth, covering his nose and pushing his jaw up so he had no choice but to take it all in and not splatter everywhere.

Patte coughed, pale, looking at them. “What did you feed me?” he asked, gasping. “DID YOU POISON ME!?”

“Nah, we’re not killing you anytime soon.”

His eyebrows furrowed in confusion. For some reason, he was not entirely relieved to hear they weren’t killing him yet.

“It’s a special potion churned out by the research team. We were asked to test out its effectiveness,” Helios said.

“It’s supposed to heighten all your tactile senses, making you hyperaware of everything you’re feeling. You’ll find out soon.”

And, a few seconds later, he did.

It hit him so suddenly that it felt like wild Kola beasts crashed into him over and over, stepping on him at unexpected places and spots, while he was being eaten by bugs at the same time.

“AHHHHH!” he screamed to the top of his lungs, so loudly he swore his internal organs were about to escape his body.

The pain was so intense, that he could feel every pore in his body was burning and pricking him to the bones. It was an indescribable pain he couldn’t have imagined until he experienced it himself.

They hadn’t even done anything to him yet! This was just intensifying the pain he was already suffering from!!

He wasn’t able to control his bowels and he finally understood what that smell from before was.

It felt like it lasted forever until it calmed a little, back to the pain before the heightening of senses—which was still horrible—but at least he’d survive. If he experienced that intensity again, he feared he’d go insane.

Seeing him gasping for breath, Helios nodded and turned in a direction. Patte was dizzy and gritting his teeth, but he couldn’t help but turn a bit to see who it was.

It was a woman—a beautiful one, though he wasn’t in the mind to appreciate it—and she was scribbling quickly down her notes. She had a frown on her face, as if she wasn’t satisfied with something.

“This dose seems to have a more intense effect,” she droned. “But it lasted a bit shorter than I expected.”

She had a bit of a pout and Patte saw Garan step forward and pat her head. “This is already plenty, thank you, wife,” he said. “Now go home with the kids—it could get bloody in here.”

She blinked and looked at him, nodding obediently. Before she left though, she turned to look at Patte. Those emerald eyes were beautiful and pure, but it made Patte’s blood freeze.

Looking at her eyes right now made it feel like he was facing imminent death. For some reason, at this point, she terrified him more than her husband did.

“It’s still in the experimental phase, and it varies a lot,” she said. “To activate the same intensity again, you might want to give him another drop each time.

“For maximum effect, I recommend torturing him a bit before placing a drop.”

“Please monitor if the duration of the heightening reduces each time.”

She was saying this so coldly, as if she was talking about the boring weather. This time, it was Garan who nodded obediently. “We will not miss a single data, don’t worry.”

She handed another bottle to Garan and the prisoner on the bed couldn’t help but pee on himself again.

In Patte’s eyes—that bottle was the most terrifying thing. And he couldn’t go through that again!