"What are you going to do?"
Kuro hung from a tall frame, his arms raised overhead and his feet off the ground. He was bound tight from head to toe. He had no idea what was coming, but the look on Rambo's face gave him a clue.
"Don't worry, beautiful. I told you I'd have you tonight. Before that, of course, I'm going to have a little fun with you."
Rambo waved a hand. Two guards carried over a block of ice that gave off a freezing mist. "Put it under his feet," Rambo ordered. "This should feel wonderful."
"What?"
The guards set the ice beneath Kuro, and his bare feet landed squarely on it. Cold shot through his soles and swept through his body in an instant. He shivered uncontrollably, goosebumps rising all over his skin.
He twisted and struggled, but no matter how hard he fought, he could not lift his feet off the freezing ice.
"Take off all his clothes."
A brazier stood beside Rambo, its flames leaping and crackling. An iron whip inside it had already turned red-hot, with wisps of heat rising from it. Even from a short distance away, it was a chilling sight.
"You must be cold. Don't worry, I'll warm you up in a moment."
Rambo's grin widened. Once the guards had stripped Kuro bare, his eyes lit up and he gave an excited whistle. "Well, look at that. What a body. Those lines, that pale, smooth backside... I almost hate to hurt you."
For all his praise, Rambo did not hesitate. He grabbed the red-hot iron whip and raised it to strike Kuro.
Just then, a guard by the door dropped without a sound.
"What? What happened?"
Rambo turned and started. The guard had made no noise at all. Only on