Torso (6)

“El. Bring Daniel here. I need to see my beloved little rascal after so long.”

A short, obedient reply came, and the footsteps receded.

I was still standing in the center of the room, impaled on the rod.

‘Daniel.’

A name I had never heard before.

But if Kaelan called him a rascal, he could not be an ordinary man.

Fear constricted my heart.

Until now, this humiliation had been a secret known only to Kaelan, me, and the servants whose lips had been firmly sealed.

But now, before someone else.

And that someone was as insane as Kaelan—a person who would see this horrifying sight on display...