Chapter 460: Pig Slaughter
Kaiden’s fingers closed around an ankle. From Maximilian’s point of view, it was all noise: his own ragged breaths, the scrape of his palms on metal, the jolt when the world yanked him back like a hooked fish. He pulled with everything he had, exerting so much effort that his eyes bulged and mouth stretched in a silent scream... And, despite all that effort, he still slid backward, helpless. The grip was iron.
A kick struck his side, and the air whooshed from him. He toppled onto his back. Kaiden sat on his chest, towering over the man, and flexed both fists.
The beating was deliberate. These were not quick, panicked jabs but a measured, methodical punishment. Each impact landed with bone-shuddering force; Maximilian’s protests shredded into choked, sputtering noises. Blood darkened the floor beneath him. His face swelled, features already rearranging from the blows; a crushed cheek, a nose that wouldn’t sit straight. He tried to raise his arms in defense, but the world folded over him.
Between blows, Kaiden spoke with an utterly terrifying voice that would haunt his victim even in the afterlife.
"You tried to put your filthy hands on my Nyx." *CRACK!* The sound of Maximilian’s orbital bone collapsing was sickeningly loud in the small room.
"You nearly broke Alexandra. You made it so she is too ashamed of herself to even face her parents." *CRUNCH!* Kaiden’s fist smashed directly into his windpipe, the impact stealing Maximilian’s ability to scream, leaving him only with a desperate, bubbling gasp for air.
"For every slave collar you forged, for every starved body, for every drop of blood you spilled in this accursed facility." *SMASH!* Kaiden drove his fist down into Maximilian’s face, fracturing bones.
The sound of his punches landing on the man’s face filled the whole room, reverberating off the steel walls so loudly that the poor chained woman flinched with every impact.
Wrath built inside Kaiden with every strike, becoming a furnace that fed on names, images, and the memories of faces twisted in fear. The punches came harder, more animalistic, and his voice grew rawer, more consumed. The room tasted of iron and fury.
But then, out of nowhere, hands seized Kaiden’s arms from behind.
"Master... It’s enough. Please..." Bastet’s voice was calm yet urgent, pleading. The tanned felinid looked like a woman ready to tear a mountain apart to keep what she loved intact, but now, she knew that tearing anything apart was not the smartest choice.
Calypso leaned close and nuzzled her face against Kaiden’s bloody arm, enjoying the brutality of her man, evidenced by her bright eyes that shone with an unsettling adoration. "Darling~" she purred, "I know you want him dead. But Bastet told me that if we kill him now, your people will hate you for it."