Chapter 435 - 434. Master And Monster (1)
"Shall we start?" I asked as I snapped the tongs, making Marquis Owen Glines flinch and start to squirm.
His mouth was gagged, so he could only get out muffled grunts in response. I smirked darkly as I took steps closer to him.
"You see, I don’t have anything to ask you, but since my people were hurt because of you, I have to do something to quell my anger."
I stopped right in front of him and tapped the tongs over his fingers. "Even if it means ripping off your nails, snapping your fingers, or breaking every bone in your body. But don’t worry—even if I rip your internal organs out, you won’t die. Because I have a gift. I can heal you and put your body back together to start all over again."
I could see my devilish expression reflected in his wide terrified eyes. A slow, crooked smile stretched across my lips—unhurried and unnervingly calm, as if I were merely observing a mildly interesting spectacle. My aqua-blue eyes, once the color of placid seas, now shimmered with a sharp, glacial light that betrayed no warmth. They held no pity, no hesitation—only a chilling stillness, like the ocean right before it pulls a ship under. And he squirmed harder in the metal chair, the anti-mana shackles biting into his skin.
Lyall stood by the counter, which had all kinds of torture equipment.
"As you can see, Prince Davian," I spoke as I straightened up and looked at him with the same expression I had shown Glines,
"This place is off-limits because it’s my personal torture chamber," I said with a smile.
Davian stood near the door, staring at me. For a moment, he shivered, and I smirked, satisfied to have intimidated him.
But I guess I was wrong, because in the next moment, his lips curled up in a rather more demonic smile before he stepped ahead, taking the tongs from my hand.
"It would be a shame to let you stain your hands if I’m right here, Master," he spoke, and I resisted the urge to shudder myself.