"Your grace, what are your orders?"
Sylvester stood before the two sons of Viscount, Mike, and Phil, who had been locked up for a month under his watchful eye. They had been reduced to mere shells of their former selves, their bodies weakened, and their minds broken through a slow and calculated process.
But they were far from dying as they were forced to eat nutrients filled food - very nasty in taste, but food nonetheless.
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