Chapter 232: Phonebook Down A Throat
Even half-dead, Isaac jolted back to horrifying awareness. That was something that could not be touched. As a man, he screamed, the sound distorted and disgusting without lips.
"No...No!..."
But Luca already had his hand over the crotch. He grabbed firmly, crushing the balls first.
"We’ll see if it really is enviable or not." And pulled it all off in one clean motion.
"SKREEEE-AAAAHH!!! KH-HHHAAAAAA!!!!"
Isaac’s scream reached new heights of misery.
"AH! AH! MY DICK! MY DICK! MY DICK! AHHHHH!"
The women in the crowd could not handle it. Many turned away, some even vomiting. Even Luna and Lulu looked away, unable to watch anymore.
Leona continued to watch with a cold, pitiless expression, feeling no sympathy at all, while Nyx herself was flustered all over, face flushed red as she got off on the scene.
Luca simply looked at the pathetic little thing in his hands, the two tiny balls and the small shaft that was not even bigger than his finger.
He regarded it with open disdain, then glanced down at Isaac.
"Every other aspect of you is definitely more handsome than me, but this..."
He flopped the severed organ around casually.
"This is something I guess I can take the number one position in."
He then threw the penis and balls high up into the sky. And suprisingly, an owl swooped down and caught them neatly for its dinner.
Realizing his most private parts were about to become a bird’s meal, Isaac truly wanted to die at that moment.
Luca noticed and smiled. "It really seems like you want me to finish you off and send you on your way."
Isaac nodded frantically, knowing there was no life left after this. Every single part of his body had been destroyed. He just wanted a quick death.
But Luca shook his head to Isaac’s utter despair.
"You see, Isaac, I remember something. When we first met, I told you I wanted to shove a book down your throat for speaking so much nonsense."
Luca smiled.
"I haven’t forgotten about that. I still have that desire. So that’s what I’m going to do now. I’m going to shove a book down your throat and watch you suffocate."
Isaac’s eyes went wide with terror.
"M-Monster." He tried to say, his mangled mouth barely forming the words. "You...You demon!"
Luca seemed pleased by the accusation. He opened a portal and pulled out a thick, heavy book—a phonebook, dense and hefty, that he stored just for this moment.
He crouched down beside Isaac, gripping his head.
"Open up, Isaac. The more you open, the easier this will be."
He then shoved the book into Isaac’s mouth.
"OHHH-GAAAAAA!!"
Isaac gagged, his throat straining against the foreign object. The book was too big, too thick—it wouldn’t go down.
But Luca pushed harder, forcing the pages past Isaac’s broken teeth, deeper into his throat.
Isaac’s body convulsed. His eyes bulged.
"God damn it, I said open!" Luca growled.
He pulled the book out and slammed it back in.
SMACK!
Then again. And again.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Each impact shattered more of Isaac’s face, flattening his nose, crushing his teeth, collapsing his skull.
Isaac’s screams were barely audible now, lost beneath the wet sounds of destruction.
And Luca, not wanting to look at his dismorphed face anymore shoved the book forward through his mouth with all his strength.
"GRKKHHH—!"
It punched through the back of Isaac’s throat, through the soft tissue of his neck, and out the other side.
Just like that, Isaac lost his life in the most miserable manner possible, his lower jaw bisected from his upper jaw.
The elves watching felt their own heads spin at how wretched his death had been.
Shockingly, Luca still did not seem satisfied.
"If I made a promise, I’m going to keep it up."
He scrunched the book up into a tight roll, tossed aside the top half of Isaac’s head, and stuffed the rolled-up book into the exposed throat, pushing it deep.
The throat engorged and tore apart from the thickness, but finally Luca had accomplished his mission.
He stood up with a satisfied smile on his face as he surveyed the brutal, ruined scene before him.
He then looked around at the gathered crowd. The female elves had turned away, their faces pale, some covering their children’s eyes.
Even the most hardened among them seemed disturbed by what they had witnessed. He couldn’t blame them, it was a sight that would make veterans look away in fright.
But he knew one person who would appreciate it.
He turned toward Nyx, who was biting her lip, her eyes wide with barely contained excitement. Her breath came in short, quick gasps, and her thighs pressed together as if she was trying to contain something.
"What do you think, Nyx?" Luca asked, gesturing at the remains of Isaac. "What do you think of this art piece I made?"
Nyx didn’t hesitate. "I’m wet, Hero! I’m absolutely wet right now! I’m gushing over what you just did!"
Her voice was breathless, almost reverent.
"...That should tell you how I feel."
Luca smiled, satisfied. It was good to have someone who appreciated his work.
"Well, you’re in for a treat tonight, Nyx, since I’m not going to stop here." He smiled as he looked towards the forest. "There’s one more fellow who’s running away right now, and he’s going to get the same treatment..."
"...or maybe even worse than what happened right here."
The promise in his tone made Nyx’s eyes widen with even greater intrigue and excitement, her body practically vibrating with anticipation.
"So follow me if you want to see. If you want to squirt out right now."
He turned then toward to Esme’s house as he said,
"And also, send a couple of elves to check over Esme. She’s quite shaken up after everything that just happened."
Immediately, a bunch of elves from above hurried over to her home, their footsteps quick and concerned as they moved to offer whatever comfort they could.
Luca’s gaze then drifted thoughtfully toward Lulu, who was still standing among her family in her ridiculous chicken costume.
He was shocked at first but then a small, considering smile touched his face.
"Lulu, can I ask...did you feed your chickens today?"
Lulu blinked, confused by the sudden question, but she still answered.
"Of course I did. I always feed them." She paused, then added with a pout, "But they’re also really greedy. No matter how much I give them, they just keep eating. They get fatter and fatter. Even if I gave them more right now, they’d probably eat it all."
"Perfect." Luca said like that was ideal.
And seeing that scary look in his eyes, Lulu’s eyes shimmered in sudden horror.
"Luca, don’t tell me that you’re going to do something to my chickens!"
"Please don’t! Those poor, poor fellows. They can’t be tortured just like you did to that bastard. Even if they’re going to die for their meat, they should have a peaceful death."
Luca shook his head. "Nothing’s going to happen to your chickens, Lulu."
His smile turned serious, almost ominous as he added,
"Instead, it’s your chickens that are probably going to torment the bastard who’s running away right now."
Lulu stared at him, utterly baffled. "What? What do you mean?"
Everyone else looked equally confused, their faces a mixture of curiosity and lingering unease.
Luca simply smiled wider, offering no further explanation.
In the next instant he began disappearing from the place he had been standing, fading away almost as if he had never existed at all.
The sudden vanishing shocked the crowd, but Nyx’s eyes lit up with frantic excitement. She quickly handed Fefe back to her mother, then started running toward Lulu’s chicken coop like her life depended on seeing what would happen next.
The other elves, even though they were certain to have nightmares about the bloody sight they had just witnessed, found their curiosity winning out.
They followed after her in a hurried wave, feet pounding along the bridges and paths toward the coop.
—
Meanwhile, Rufus himself was desperately running away at full speed, his face twisted with a frantic look of genuine fear.
His heart hammered wildly in his chest as pure terror drove every stumbling step. He was already terrified of Luca beyond reason—and the horrible, horrible screams still echoing from behind him only made it worse.
He knew those were Isaac’s screams, and he could only imagine the kinds of torment that would make a man screech in such a miserable way.
Even after running so far, the sounds still reached him, making him piss himself in terror as he pushed his broken body onward, thinking that maybe, just maybe, he could get away if he kept moving.
But just as that desperate hope flickered in his mind—utter horror bloomed right in front of him.
Luca was suddenly standing there with his hands clasped casually behind his back, that same calm, terrifying smile on his face.
Rufus skidded to a halt, eyes bulging.
"NO, NO, PLEASE NO!"
He tried to spin and run in the opposite direction, but Luca moved faster than thought. He grabbed a fistful of Rufus’s hair and started pulling him along like a disobedient dog.
"You’re coming with me." Luca said simply, his grip unyielding.
Rufus thrashed and begged, voice cracking with panic.
"PLEASE LET ME GO! I BEG OF YOU! YOU CAN’T DO THIS TO ME! LET ME GO, LET ME GO!"
He screamed and pleaded the entire way, but Luca continued to drag him relentlessly all the way toward Lulu’s chicken coop, where hundreds of chickens were already clucking and milling about inside the fenced enclosure.
With a casual flick of his wrist, Luca threw Rufus over the fence.
Bang!
"Ahhhh—!"
The man slammed into the ground with a miserable moan, pain flaring through his already injured body.
Luca jumped inside after him. By now the rest of the village had gathered, surrounding the fence to watch whatever was about to unfold.
Even the male elves, drawn by the horrible noises, arrived with Julius at the lead.
He wore a cold but miserable expression, realizing exactly what had gone wrong. Those two buffoons of his had been furious earlier, and he had warned them to settle down and avoid any unnecessary actions.
Yet they had screwed everything up anyway, and Julius could only curse them silently in his mind for being such reckless bastards who never listened to his orders.
Soon everyone was watching as Luca approached Rufus.
The man, body hurting all over, tried desperately to scramble away. But Luca was quicker.
He suddenly produced what looked like wooden stakes in his hands and pinned one straight through Rufus’s foot, driving it deep into the ground.
Rufus screamed. "MY LEG! MY LEG!" But before he could react, another stake smashed into his other foot.
"AHHHH—! NOOOO—!"
Then Luca pushed his body down and slammed two more stakes through his palms, pinning his hands as well.
Just like that, Rufus lay flat on the ground, his four limbs staked securely. No matter how much he screamed and thrashed—"LET ME GO! LET ME GO! YOU Can’t Do This To Me!"—it only made his hands and feet bleed even more.
His cries grew more miserable with every passing second.
The male elves watching could not help but shiver all over, their faces horrified. Julius himself trembled visibly at the sight.
Luca, however, turned his attention to the chickens clucking curiously around them. He smiled, then walked over to a small shed and disappeared inside for a moment.
When he came back out, he was carrying a large sack full of chicken feed and kernels.
Everyone watched in confusion, wondering what he intended to do with it. He brought the sack over and placed it right next to the screaming Rufus.
Rufus kept begging through his pain, voice growing weaker.
"LET ME GO, I BEG YOU! PLEASE LET ME GO! ESME STILL LOVES ME, AND SHE’LL HATE YOU IF YOU DO ANYTHING TO ME!"
"LISA WILL ALSO DESPISES YOU! THEY STILL LOVE ME VERY MUCH! FOR THEIR SAKE, LET ME GO!"
Luca did not even glance at him. Instead, he pulled out a knife that glinted sharply in the moonlight.
Rufus’s eyes widened in fresh shock.
"Wait, wait! What are you doing with that? What are you going to do to me? Stop it! Stop whatever you’re doing right now! We can talk this out!"
Luca simply chuckled softly, then pulled open Rufus’s clothes to reveal his bare abdomen.
He looked down at the man with calm certainty as he said,
"Bite your teeth...This might hurt a little bit."