Page 110 of The Devil's Fire

I was thirsty for blood, and my hands were twitching to beat the fuck out of him and let all of my anger out for what he had done to Althaia. I will make him wish he had never been born.

“You will see what I mean.” He sighed and opened the door to the Chamber of Torture.

My eyes immediately landed on the blindfolded bastard. The room was silent except for his rapid breathing and the sound of the ropes creaking as he struggled against them. Giovanni and Dom were positioned in the back, keeping a close watch on him, not that he would be able to escape.

His face was bruised and swollen, and blood was seeping from the side of his head. I walked up to him and ripped the blindfold from his face. I tilted my head as I took a good look at him while he blinked a few times before he focused on me. He was of Asian descent.

Interesting.

“Talk.” I ordered him. The bastard leaned his head back and gave me an arrogant grin before he opened his mouth. His tongue had been cut off.

My laughter was low and sinister as I clutched his jaw tightly. My hold tightened on his jaw, making him wince with pain as I leaned in closer.

“You’re going to wish you had a tongue for what I’m about to do to you.” I let a cold smile appear on my lips. “I will enjoy making you suffer for what you did. No one touches what’s mine.” I snarled in his ear before roughly grabbing a fistful of his hair.

The gratifying thud of my fist connecting with his jaw was the only sound in the room. I felt a rush of adrenaline as my fist connected with his face again, relishing in the feeling of power as he groaned in agony.

I kept going even when I heard the satisfying crack of his nose and blood gushing out from his face. I kept pounding my fist into his fucking face because all I saw right now was the image of Althaia, crying in fear.

I stopped and let go of him as I took in a breath. I didn’t want to kill him just yet. With my sleeves rolled up, I strode towards the long table, my eyes scanning the weapons and tools, searching for the perfect one. I grabbed a hammer, feeling its weight in my hand, and a few nails. I pulled a chair over and sat down in front of him, his head hanging low already.

“You dared to touch her with your filthy hands?” I chuckled darkly. I gripped his arm tightly and held it down on the armrest. I could feel him tense up when I placed the nail on the back of his hand, and he started to shake his head, trying to signal for me to stop.

My lips curled into a malevolent smile as I raised the hammer and swung it down on the nail. The bastard screamed as it pierced through his hand as I nailed it to the armrest. He was still thrashing when I nailed his other hand.

But I was far from done.

I went back to the table and picked up a plier.

“It’s a shame I won’t hear you beg. I like to hear it.” I sighed and sat back down in front of him. “But it’s okay. I’ll love it when you scream in agony, too.” I chuckled and looked down at his fingers. He was already breathing hard, trying to squirm away from me, but it was all useless.

This was my playroom, and I was ready to fucking play.

I grabbed his fingers, and one by one, I slowly dragged each nail from its bed. I grabbed the drilling machine, its whirring sound filling the air as I tested it a few times before walking back to him. He was barely able to keep his eyes open as blood slowly dripped from his wounds. I was feeding off the sight. It only made me want to keep going, making him suffer as much as possible.

For Althaia.

I pressed the drill gun against his collarbone. The sound of his scream was music to my ears as I pressed the drill bit deeper into his flesh, feeling the satisfying resistance of his bone. The sound of screaming abruptly ended before I could penetrate all the way through.

“Weak fucker.” I scoffed as I looked at him, passed out. I shook my head and grabbed a syringe, injecting him with a dose of adrenaline. He suddenly woke up, screaming and gasping for breath.

There it is. Music to my ears.

He kept shaking his head when I moved on to his kneecap.

“Already had enough? Too bad it’s only the beginning.” My laughter grew as I watched the point drilling into his kneecap, sinking into his flesh and bone. With each repetition, I could see the pain he was feeling, and it brought me so much satisfaction. The sight of him writhing in agony was like a feast for the hunger inside me.

I grabbed a knife and carved into his face and body, making him unrecognizable. I was completely covered in his blood, but I wasn’t done just yet.

I lit up a cigarette, blood smearing on it as I inhaled deeply. With the same knife, I stabbed him repeatedly in the shoulder blades, twisting and turning to widen the gap.

I untied him, ripping out the nails stuck into his hands, and grabbed him by the shoulders. I dragged him to the stone wall, lifted him, and hung him right on the wall with his new holes in his back.

I stepped away as I pulled the cigarette from my lips, blowing out the smoke as I admired the work I had done. He was sobbing, head dangling and barely conscious.

“Now, that’s what I call a fucking masterpiece.” The sight of his flesh hanging made me let out a devilish grin.

If only I could present this to her.

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