Trapped in the Beastworld Breeder System (BL)-Chapter 66: Are you that deranged?

The inside was nothing like what the outside had suggested, at least not the immediate interior.

Guards could be seen stationed along the walls, their armored forms rigid and watchful, with several adjoining guard rooms lining the long corridor in neat succession. The presence of authority was obvious here, structured and controlled.

As they went further in, however, the atmosphere began to change in a slow but unmistakable way. The air turned musky and sharp, almost edgy, settling in the lungs, and from time to time prisoners banged violently against their iron doors.

The sound moved harshly through the place, reverberating again and again as dim blinked. The corridors stretched and with every step forward, Aries found himself beginning to question whether what he had done, coming here, was truly a good decision after all.

They passed many prison doors before finally reaching one set far off from the others, isolated and distant.

Without hesitation, Kenzie pushed it open, revealing a narrow, tunnel-like passageway beyond. Aries followed closely behind him, his steps slower and more cautious than before, his instincts screaming for vigilance.

Soon, they reached a place that smelled strongly of blood and dampness, a heavy stench that settled in the back of the throat. Aries’s eyes raked over the room, taking in every detail—the stains, the shadows, the oppressive silence, imagining just how dangerous this place could become if he were forced to remain here alone. Especially if he had to face a stranger who might very well decide to kill him without hesitation.

And honestly, Kenzie himself was still a stranger.

That realization made Aries fidget nervously, his fingers picking at the hem of his clothes as his gaze continued to move about the room, restless and uneasy. Then his eyes landed on someone seated in the center of the chamber.

The person was far from comfortable. His face was riddled with sweat, soaking through his clothing and glistening under the dim light. His hands were bound tightly behind him, his legs secured firmly to the legs of the chair, and his mouth sealed with a cloth gag that muffled any sound he might make. He wasn’t struggling. He simply sat there, breath shallow, silent, unmoving, like a man already resigned to his fate.

Aries stared at him, their eyes boring into each other in a tense, wordless exchange that felt heavy and suffocating.

"A prisoner." He murmured.

After a moment, Aries turned to Kenzie and asked quietly, his voice low and cautious, "And what did this one do?"

"I don’t know," Kenzie replied casually as he dragged two chairs from the corner of the room, the scraping sound loud in the silence.

He dropped one, dusted it off carelessly with the back of his hand, and sat down with an unsettling calm, as though they were merely having a casual conversation.

Then he added, almost as an afterthought, "I randomly chose this prisoner. I needed to show you how it’s done."

Kenzie stood up again and gestured toward Aries. "You should sit down. Also..."

His voice trailed off as he walked away from them toward a table filled with various tools, all sticky with dried blood and arranged with disturbing familiarity. He picked out about three before returning to Aries, his movements practiced and unbothered.

He stretched the tools out toward him. Aries looked down at them, then back at Kenzie, his confusion plain and unmistakable on his face.

"What am I meant to use these for?" he asked, his voice tight.

"To torture him, of course. What else?" Kenzie said plainly, brows knitting slightly. "I don’t understand."

Aries stood there, utterly flabbergasted, staring at the third prince of the Wolf Kingdom as if seeing him clearly for the first time.

’What impression had he given? Did he truly appear to be a murderer—someone fearless and cruel enough that Kenzie would dare hand him torture tools and expect him to inflict pain on another person without question?’

He looked at the different tools again, and touched them. The metal was cold to his skin and he removed his hand instantly. Afterwards, the silence stretched on for a while.

Kenzie watched him closely, his gaze unwavering and sharp. Finally, he spoke, his tone flat and dismissive. "It appears that you’re a lost cause."

He stepped away and dropped the tools back onto the table. A sharp clang rang out as the iron met its companions, the sound echoing through the chamber.

Kenzie’s eyes drifted back to the prisoner, then returned to Aries as he said,

"I mean, how do you expect to work with Thales, or work for the king if you can’t even handle something as simple as this? At this rate, I’m afraid you’ll be dying faster than the prisoners."

The words ’die’ and ’you’ in the same sentence composed for him snapped something awake inside Aries. His senses surged back to life, sharp and urgent. He wasn’t about to die for no particular reason, not simply because he refused to torture someone who appeared innocent.

Fixing Kenzie with a firm, unyielding stare, he said, "But what did the man even do?"

Kenzie scoffed immediately. His hands trailed over the tools as he scrutinized them one by one, finally picking one with deliberate care, as though choosing an instrument for a simple task.

With an air of aloof confidence, he walked toward Aries and dropped the tool dangerously close to the prisoner’s hand, right on the arm of the chair. A sharp intake of breath filled the room as Aries nearly jumped away, startled by how close it came.

He looked at the man, then back at Kenzie, and shouted, his voice echoing off the walls, "Are you trying to chop his hand off with that axe?"

"If there’s no punishment for removing bodily organs while torturing prisoners," Kenzie replied coolly, "then I wouldn’t mind."

"Are you that deranged?" Aries snapped, shaking his head in disbelief. "You would do that to someone that appears so innocent? Also, hear yourself, you said you don’t know what he did."

Kenzie laughed at the word innocent, a harsh scoff leaving his lips. "Innocent? The war lord and the other knights would be annoyed at what you just said. I mean, they do their best to be absolutely certain about someone’s standing before arresting them. I don’t know much, but I know this guy was charged here for murder, and that’s huge."

"I doubt that," Aries said, shaking his head.

He stepped closer to the prisoner and bent down to chair level, inspecting the man’s hands and the restraints. As he did, the prisoner lifted his head, and their eyes locked.

Aries felt the intensity of that stare press straight down into his soul. Out of nowhere, he found himself staring deep into the man’s eyes, as if he could see through to the very core of him. It was as though the man’s essence was laid bare, threatening to overwhelm him, and Aries saw things that made his heart thud violently.

Memories, flashes, and fragmented visions of the man’s past erupted in his mind. Aries’s heart pounded at every level, gasps escaping his lips uncontrollably. When it was over, he almost collapsed to the floor but managed to steady himself by gripping the chair’s handle.

His demeanor shifted as he struggled to regain control. He looked toward the table, where Kenzie watched silently, expression unreadable. Aries walked over and picked up two tools, his movements deliberate, controlled, and almost mechanical.

His eyes flicked back to the prisoner as he returned to him. Surprising even himself, Aries raised the spikes and drove them into the man’s chest.

"Ahhhh!" A loud, ragged wail tore through the chamber. Kenzie’s eyes widened in visible shock.

He watched as the torture that Aries had earlier refused unfolded with brutal precision. The scene was violent, so unsettling. Aries continued driving the same spike into the exact spot in the man’s chest, blood pouring freely as a gaping hole formed.

But Aries didn’t stop there. When he noticed that the spike was dulling, he switched to the other tool, inflicting more calculated pain—clipping the prisoner’s fingers one by one. Wails filled the room, echoing off the walls. Finally, he picked up the axe that Kenzie had earlier left on the chair arm. As he lifted it, Kenzie’s face betrayed shock and alarm.

Before Aries could bring it down, Kenzie quickly moved closer and wrenched it from his hands.

The loud clang of the tool hitting the floor, a sound distinct from the prisoner’s wails, snapped Aries out of his surreal state.

Everything went quiet for him as his senses returned fully. He looked around, his expression serious, bile rising in his throat.

His body was soaked with blood, as was the prisoner’s, and wounds marred every visible surface of the man’s form.

Aries raised his hands, staring down at his blood-soaked palms. Nausea overtook him, and he nearly vomited. It didn’t stop there—he felt suffocated, as though the air itself had thickened. He gasped, looking at Kenzie.

"Please... take me out of here," he called out, voice trembling.