NovelBookated To My Obsessive Stepbrother Chapter 391 KESTER.
Fuck. Watching Norlan do the devil's work was like catching God on an off-day. It was the kind of thing that made a grown man moan.
I leaned back against the table, where our equipment was lined up, one leg crossed over the other, like I was watching fine art unfold. And in a way, I was.
Norlan had insisted on handling the bystander, since I had a more specific punishment for the one lying on the second slaughter table the skilled videographer - who had already lost his right arm and left leg, almost like I imagined when I paused that filthy video and stared at his smug little face. I'd envisioned his limbs gone. His camera arm, especially.
And now? He was a fucking masterpiece.
He was better off this way.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtNorlan should have taken up a career in the medical field.
"Goddamn, I muttered, a smile spreading across my face. "Norlan, are you sure you're not a surgeon? Because this shit is precise." Did you see how perfectly he sliced off the prick's ear? It was almost sensual.
"Heard you had a hard-on while you watched our Luna fight to keep her dignity..." Norlan whispered into the man's remaining ear, "Let's fix that." His gloved hand hovered over the bastard's groin, and I swear... I swear... I felt the tension snap through the room.
Oh. No. Don't tellhe was going to cut off... Oh! Fuck! Norlan just sliced off the bastard's cock with all the flair of a man removing rot.
The bastard couldn't even scream. He just made this wet, retching sound like his soul had gagged on itself.
He was ready to give up the ghost in the next five minutes. And believewhen I say Norlan didn't give him the mercy kill. He left the bastard to die very slowly.
Was I happy with Norlan? Fuck, no. Happiness was an understatement.
I was fucking proud of him! I returned my attention to the prick lying on my slaughter table. His blood was everywhere, spraying, pulsing, and sickeningly warm.
Larry didn't hesitate. He swung right into action as he shoved the table aside, grabbed the red-sealed bag under the sink, and started unrolling the emergency trauma kit.
sure this "He's got maybe two minutes before he crashes. Getthe clamp. And the ketamine.” Oh. Had I mentioned that I also had a surgeon, two nurses, and an ex-military doctor, Larry, here with me? These were people who literally owetheir lives and loyalty, and they were more than happy to be here. Tourniquets, hemostatic dressings, IV fluids, oxygen, painkillers, antibiotics, everything that should've been in a hospital, that was needed to... skilled videographer made it out of here alive, we/had in a fucking basement. Wanted to make sure he stayed alive. I needed him to wake up in that pain, stare at those missing limbs, and realize his new reality. I needed him to understand-deeply-what happens when you touch what's mine.
Let him wake up and think about the way his blood hrad sprayed across this floor like fucking confetti at a funeral.
'It's tfor our star characters." I took a sip of water and checked my watch. We'd spent less than forty minutes with those two.
Chapter 391 Impressive.
I walked closer to Kex, whose eyes were red and swollen like he was standing before the ruler of hell. And guess who he was actually standing neimerz before? Yeah. You guessed right.
He was sitting before me. The god of fury and judgment.
The room suddenly grew colder. But I swear I didn't do that on purpose. Spart of the room just seemed to know it was time.
He was strapped to the reinforced steel chair Larry had bolted to the floor himself, His om clampen ankles were wris wrists chained, and his jaw locked in a brace so tight it made his teeth chatter when he tried to speak. Perfect. I didn't want to hear him say shit anyway.
His head lolled forward, soaked in sweat and snot. The burn marks on his torso hadn't even started to fester yet. My men had been keeping the pain localized but intentional. He wasn't allowed to go into shock, nor was he allowed to pass out... Just a slow descent into the kind of hell you don't wake up from. "Kex," I said calmly, pulling up a stool like we were about to have a little fireside chat.
He flinched.
"Do you remember what she said to you?" I tilted my head. "Kamsinem When you slapped her. When you her En legs. Chapter Comments Jessica Ference that torture is disturbing but also very satisfying. I love it! View 1 Comment >
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