Chapter 57: Prey Interlude

With its tongue relishing the blood splattered upon its wretched jaws, the beast looked at the man in front of him with a glint of amusement in its eyes.

'Interesting,' it thought.

There were no humans it had ever faced like this one. Battered and bloodied, beaten and tortured, the beast had unleashed the cruelest forms of violence it could muster upon him. And yet, even with all of that, not once had the man before it broken.

Cough!

Even though the man was struggling to breathe, with blood choking his throat and mental and physical pain coursing through his body, for some reason, he never gave up.

Not one ounce of fear was etched across his eyes, nor was there any sign of surrender. Instead, there was only fire, a light of hope and defiance that he could actually win.

That was what made it even more amusing to the beast.