Page 27 of His Cursed Heart

I am perplexed. Completely shocked.

Although the contact is named as 'unknown', these words belong to only one person.

A person who will bring me to despair.

Me: I’ll make sure to send you his dick with a ribbon around it, wife.

Little fox: Not your wife.

Me: Yet.

I hold back a smile that I don't know where it comes from.

I hand Allan the phone and refocus my attention on Fred.

“Change of plans gentlemen. It seems that we have a third option suggested by my wife.” I say with a smirk and Fred’s eyes fill with hope.

“His wife?” Arius’s confused voice is making me roll my eyes.

“I think you’ll like this more than what I had in my mind.” And I move the pliers until the cold metal is touching his member.

“Oh God, please no. No, no, no, n-“ But his pleads are interrupted by the piece of material that Orion shoves into his mouth.

“You see, Freddie, what my wife wants, she gets.” I smile at him and then cup one of his balls into the pliers. “Do you want to count? Maybe it’ll hurt less.”

“Please.” His begging is doing nothing to me.

Not when my sister is in the game.

I start to put pressure on the plier and I can feel the skin breaking under it.

His screams are louder, but that just makes me continue.

I tighten the plier until I feel something hard and I stop.

Blood is leaking to the ground and in the room is

nothing but Fred’s whimpers.

“Did that feel good?” Arius asks and comes next to me.

Fred starts to shake his head, and a few tears are rolling down his face.

“Good.” And I move the plier to the second ball, doing the exact thing I did with the other one. Fred’s almost passing out and Allan comes with a buck full of cold water and throws it on him.

“Don’t fall asleep, bro. This is supposed to be fun.” I look at Allan and try to see him through the dark aura that is flowing around him.

He’s always drowning in darkness when he is torturing someone. And as much as I try not to involve him that much, he can’t stay away from this.

I tried to make him talk for years, but whatever he went through, is still haunting him.

And I can’t help him.

Because he doesn’t let me in.

I move the plier toward his member and the terror in his eyes makes me smirk.

“Salute my enemies when you arrive in hell for me.” And without warning, I cut until the plier has gone through the meat.

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