CHAPTER 128: TORTURE(2)

The sight of her finger lying desperate from her hand and the pain made tears stream down her face as she stared at it in agony.

"You’ll behave now, won’t you? If you don’t..." Howie said as he bent down to squat in front of her with a serious expression on his face, twiddling the bloody knife in his hand as he spoke.

"...if you don’t, I’ll take out an eye next! You’re still going to die, but there’s nothing stopping me from torturing you until you can no longer cause me problems!"

"Are we clear?" Howie asked, and for a second, although Violet was looking back at him, her vision was completely blurred with tears as she struggled to look at his face, only to hear him speak again in a fiercer tone than before.

"Are we clear?" he asked again, and Violet, her entire body shaking in fear and pain, instantly responded. The thought of him taking a knife to any other part of her body made her tremble in horror.

Violet stuttered, trying to open her mouth to speak but unable, considering her mouth had been tied up. Instead, she nodded her head towards him as more tears streamed down her face.

"Good!" Howie barked out, even as he leaned closer, wiping the bloody knife against her shirt before getting back up and turning around to leave.

Reddrick was clearly unwilling, but at the same time, there was nothing he could do about it—not when it was clear that Howie was more powerful than he was. Still, he couldn’t help but speak.

"Are we really just going to—"

"Let’s go! It’s almost dawn! The smell should cover the blood, but just in case, we should wash!" Howie commanded with a fierce tone that left no room for arguments as he beckoned for Reddrick to follow behind him.

But Howie had just taken a few steps to leave when Violet, who finally found her voice, opened her mouth to speak.

The daze in her eyes had cleared, and all that remained was the pain and the sight of her missing and still-bleeding finger.

They were going to kill her or do much worse, and she couldn’t help the anger that bubbled up from within her as she turned to look in the direction of the door before they walked out of it.

Her voice was low at first, only for her to start to groan as loudly as she could until even Reddrick noticed.

"What the hell is up with her?" he grumbled out loud, even as Howie also turned to look at her.

"...and here I thought we had an agreement that you would behave!" Howie mumbled to himself, even as Violet continued to vigorously shake and groan as loudly as she could humanly do until Howie walked back towards her, cutting the band around her mouth to allow her to speak.

But the band had just been cut off when Violet spat right into his face, a wild grin on her face as she stared with satisfaction at the glob of spit that struck his nose.

Reddrick was shocked enough for his mouth to drop open and for him to speak with a slightly shocked look on his face.

"Are you mad or a sadist?" he mumbled under his breath, unable to understand why she would do such a thing.

But Violet was already speaking with an enraged look on her face.

"Last I checked, bones don’t grow back! What’s one finger, you bastard!" she screamed at him until her voice was hoarse.

"If you want to kill me, then fucking do it!" She surprised even herself to see that she meant it, as tears began to stream down her face.

She was tired of being manipulated and toyed with at every turn. Even if she survived, she would have to go back to Cain, whom her body desired but her mind screamed for her to stay away from.

"Go ahead! Weren’t you supposed to kill me! Fucking do it, you coward! You’re nothing but a disgusting dog that can’t even follow—"

But she didn’t get to finish before Howie’s hand shot out and connected with her face. A loud crack sounded that showed that a bone broke, even as Violet was instantly rendered unconscious.

"You could have killed her!" Reddrick pointed out in an annoyed tone, realizing that he would have been truly angry if she died without him having gotten a good enough taste.

"...well, I didn’t!" Howie said as he got back on his feet from where he had squatted, wiping the rest of the spit off him.

"We’ll bathe first! I’m sure we’ll be summoned soon! Things should relax a little in the mansion when it becomes clear that there’s no way she’s still on mansion grounds!" Howie said as he walked towards the door, his eyes laced with anger that he did his best to hide.

He was a calm and rational person, but the thought that a fucking witch had the guts to spit on him pissed him off.

He wouldn’t have cut her finger if he didn’t see a need to confirm that she had no powers. If she did, she would have definitely used them, considering how important their hands were to witches when making potions and conjuring magic.

"After that?" Reddrick asked, having decided to pretend to go along with Howie and find a suitable time before attacking him and embarrassing him twice as much once the mission was over.

"After that...we’ll find an opportunity to report to Fiona before getting her out of the mansion! You’ll get your chance!" Howie said to Reddrick’s surprise, especially when Howie was making it clear that he would get more than enough time with the girl alone.

"You know what I’m going to do to her, right?" Reddrick asked, trying to confirm that they were on the same page.

"...as long as you kill her immediately after you’re done!" Howie responded. The feeling of the spittle landing on his face was entrenched in his mind, fists balled in anger as he made sure to shut the stable as he and Reddrick left.

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Cain’s head was thumping heavily enough to feel a sharp pain through his skull, even as he sat on his bed with nothing but a robe on.

His skin was covered in sweat from head to toe as it dropped down his forehead. His blonde hair was matted with sweat as he sat on the bed with his hands on his head, his body still wracked with pain.

The room had been completely and utterly destroyed, with huge claw marks on the walls and furniture torn to smaller bits.

Cain’s body was wrecked completely with pain as he fought hard to hold it in. He had just transformed back into his human form, yet the urge to return to his beast form persisted like the loud ringing of a bell in his head.

Cain gritted his teeth together, trying to ignore the pain he felt when he realized that the pain he felt was much worse than any he had ever felt in his entire life.

It thrummed through every pore, and it only seemed to heighten with each second that passed.

Cain slowly got off the bed and walked around the room. It was still a few minutes to dawn before Ravon would show up, yet he felt the need to step out before then.

Violet was yet to be found, and the fact no one had approached his room meant that even through the night, she was still yet to be found.

Cain stood by the window, looking out as the sky slowly lightened and brightened up when he heard a loud knock on the door.

Instead of turning around to look at it, he glanced instead at his trembling hand. His face was calm, but the pain that rang through his body was enough to send anyone straight to the ground.

The knock on the door echoed through the room again for the second time, but this time, instead of ignoring it, Cain ordered for the person to step in as he continued to lean against the side of the large window.

Entering was Frank, the head of the elite guards. Unlike Ravon, whom he had expected to see, Cain simply glanced at him before glancing back to the window, even as he flexed his shoulders and began to speak, just as the door closed.

"You found her?" Cain asked, his voice cold as he spoke, his gaze still focused on the horizon.

"...no, my lord!" Frank said as he dropped to his knees, even as he shook in fear that he had never felt before.

He had spent years supporting Cain, but never before had he felt the bloodthirsty aura he felt as he knelt in front of Cain, even from some distance away.

Cain wasn’t even looking at him, yet he felt like if he said the wrong thing, Cain would make him feel the utmost pain he had ever felt in his life.

As he bowed his head and continued to speak, "We sent guards and sent out word! We couldn’t find any traces of her movements and the—" But Frank was still speaking when he was suddenly cut off by Cain’s louder and sharper tone.

"Bring me Bari’s head!" Cain said in a calm way, yet it shook Frank to the core.