The iron rings interlocked into a silver-white chain, clashing against each other with a crisp ding-dong sound.

The skin was constricted by leather around the neck, leaving little room for struggle, resulting in only a faint red mark.

Sweat seeped from the veins, merging with exhaustion into droplets, flowing down along the sinful bite marks, always heading downward.

The world was wrapped in black cloth, obscuring the view of the surroundings, with only the constant sound of springs snapping in the ears, like waves surging higher and higher at sea.