"If you beg me, I might just consider lessening your agony. After all, a disciple like you, is someone I greatly favour." Ke Cang Ju sneered with a cackling laugh. He absolutely loved it when he saw these beautiful blooming flowers of youth, struggle to live and succumb in the end under the torment of his making, to wilt and finally die.
When pain and fear overtook them, especially when their fair supple flesh of youth were torn and shredded, it had always made excitement surge up within and gave him a twisted sense of satisfaction.
