Chapter 300: ILU
Remo struck his cane on the floor, signaling the guards. With immediate effect, the two men pulled out pocket knives, each having two-inch blades in their sheaths.
"What’s this?" Nolan asked, guarding up once again as he fought against the grip of the guards. But one of them drove the knife into his thigh with a swift delivery, startling him and sending a wave of shock and pain charging into his head.
"Agh, what the fuck, what—no, fuck, please, no," that was the beginning of a continuous torture of the short blades piercing through his skin without any idea where the next attack was coming from.
The shrew cries that came from him was like music to Remo’s ears. It was one thing to watch him writhe in fear the moment he realized the position that he was in. But the joy that had filled Remo at the bloody sight of him begging for mercy from the invasions of the tiny blades in his skin was a sight he never thought he’d delight in beholding. He sighed satisfactorily and leaned back in his seat while he watched his guards continue their delightful torture.
"And this is just the appetizer."
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Stella blinked furiously from the merciless invasion of the lights piercing through her vision. Try as she might to focus her eyes on something tangible through the endless rays, it was all futile effort.
Am I dead? She mused to herself, sifting through the soft sheets, in search of some kind of evidence of her current state. Her fingers came in contact with a silk like material, almost like locks of hair, positioned right beside her. She summoned strength from her being to turn, but all effort was futile.
The silk material left her grasp, and then she heard swift scraping, and then a figure towering over her... the figure of a man, no doubt. A face of some sort, the face of an impossibly beautiful man, poised right above hers.