There’s a crowd of people talking, mumbling incoherently, and then a door opens and closes. Inside the room is silent except for the footsteps walking closer to you. The White King asks if you you feel like confessing your deep sin yet. He asks why you’re being silent. He says something about your mouth and your ears. I didn’t quite catch the words, but I think the implication was something to do with your ears working fine even if you mouth is bound? From his words, it’s evident that your arms are restrained too. He tells you to raise your head and repent, in front of him, the White Kingdom’s king. He talks about letting the water wash away your sin. He tells you again to lift your head.
There’s a sound of movement and he exclaims and then takes a big shaky breath. He asks what’s wrong and tells you to try and tell him your sin. He’ll listen to you calmly and work in some judgment/punishments depending on the nature of your sin. He tells you to hurry up. He won’t be invited in by those eyes of yours that gaze at men and those lewd lips that invite men in. I think he says he’ll…polish them? I’m guessing he means purify your uncleanliness. He asks if you regret it. You’re not planning on saying something silly like this is a false accusation are you? He saw you receive money from a man. He tells you to regret from the bottom of your heart that you accepted money for giving indecent prostitution services.
After a few second pause, he says that it seems like you don’t understand. This guy really likes to use a lot of words I don’t know and have a hard time looking up because I can’t seem to catch what he’s saying, but he mentions something about looking at you with eyes holding God’s forgiveness if he wishes, but you should look at him in a way that shows more regret over your actions. He tells you not to look at him with such beautiful eyes (since you’re full of sin?).
He then makes a soft noise of disgruntlement and changes the topic, saying that your skin is of a strange color. It’s a color he hasn’t seen before. He asks if you’re a witch. In this country, he hasn’t met a single person with skin that color. There was someone like you with this strange skin color; you must be a witch! He must eliminate witches. An idea strikes him and he thinks it would be a good idea to have you tortured as you’re such a terrible existence for being a witch. He thinks out loud the different types of things he should do so your clothes would be left in shreds and what he would do with your body and face.