Chapter 390 Unbelievable.
Norlan now givesfucking parables? He made to keep walking when one of my men approached us.
"We're all set, Alpha." Good. It's about that time.
I took long strides, in a hurry to charge into that bunker and chop-chop.
The moment I stepped in, a small moan escaped my throat.
Because, oh, fuck me, the setup was perfect.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe table was a fucking dream.
A nightmare, actually. For them.
Lined up neatly like silverware at a fancy restaurant were hammers, batons, wrenches, knives, scalpels, and even a damn saw. Big, small, clean, stained, nit. Each one practically beggingto pick them up and start the music.
The axe? Oh, that one was my fucking favorite.
Did I mention the cameras? Stupid me.
This was cinema.
An ARRI ALEXA Mini LF with Signature PrLenses stood in the middle of the large space, facing the 'stage' to catch the moment the light left their fucking eyes.
On either side, angled like twin snipers, two RED V-RAPTOR XL 8K VNs stood ready to capture every glorious fucking second of the show from perfect angles.
I wish I'd kept my promise to Mine to give her a front-row seat to this little horror show, so she could watchexecute the bastards who hurt her, slowly and intimately. But knowing Kasmine? She'd go all soft, cry into her sleeve like she does during horror movies, whispering, "Don't do it, Kes." Because this isn't a movie.
This is reality.
A personal horror feature.
And since I knew she couldn't stomach the live screening, I did what's best for her. I decided to record every filthy second of the show. I'll hand it to her whenever she's ready to see what I did for her... What I becfor her.
I let out a grin as I quickly walked to the table with the urgency of a doctor rushing into an emergency room. "Alright, boys," I clapped my hands once, "Who's first?" My gaze rested on the men tied, gagged, and slumped in their chairs like bags of bloody laundry just beside my stage.
They looked pathetic. Sorry excuses who call themselves men. Blood kept trickling down their heads, noses, heck, all around their bodies, I had ordered for special doses of The Witch-Brew Shot to be injected into them very gradually over the last four hours, enough to get them ready for the process..
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This not only halts healing but leaves them hyper-aware of pain. They'll be trapped in a body that will never ever recover, I glanced at Nagel Vale. His eyes still burned with that familiar fire of a man who'd watched a thousand others suffer without blinking. The arenait pick Wants to die with pride? Trying not to show any form of weakness, like he wasn't soaked in his own piss and bleeding out the corners of his mouth thinking he had skind of dignity left.
Everyone bleeds. And I had just the exact tool to make sure he bled from the inside out.
I smirked at him. "You'll be fun."
The trembling maggot in the middle caught my attention. He was shaking so hard, like his soul was t trying to escape his body before I got to it. And something about it thrilled me.
My smile widened. "Ah! That's right." I leaned in, close enough for him to smell the madness on my breath. "You're the little spectator in the video, huh?" I turned to my men, 'Let's start with him." They didn't hesitate. Two men grabbed the coward like trash off the street and dragged him to one of the slaughter tables.
I rolled up my sleeves and walked to the tools laid out like surgical instruments. Except there was no healing or recovery here. Just vengeance served raw,
"You know what the funny part is?" I muttered, mostly to myself. "I'm not even angry anymore. I'm... focused. And that should terrify you all more than anything else." I turned toward the man strapped to the table, saw the tears leaking from his eyes, and the pathetic attempts to mumble through his gag.
'Let's not waste time." Chapter Comments POST COMMENT NOW LIKE