Chapter 39: Reaping Benefits [2]
Before anyone could react, he had already covered the short distance between them, his movements swift and deadly. Reana, however, didn’t flinch, her eyes never leaving the prisoner’s face as she awaited his attack.
But just as his hand entered her space, Reana’s hand shot out with lightning speed, her fingers closing around his wrist like a vice. With a swift, economical motion, she yanked his arm across her shoulder, using his momentum against him. The prisoner sailed through the air, his body crashing to the stone floor with a deafening bang that echoed off the walls.
"ARGH!" He groaned, his body wracked with pain, as he struggled to regain his bearings. The silver chains had weakened him, suppressing his ability to shift and leaving him vulnerable. The beating he’d endured at the hands of the warriors had taken its toll, and Reana’s swift takedown had been the final blow.
For now, he was at her mercy, unable to muster the strength for another fight. His heartbeat still racing, the prisoner lay there, his chest heaving with shallow breaths, as he gazed up at Reana with a mixture of anger, frustration, and grudging admiration.
Reana gazed at him for a long, unsettling moment, her silence more unnerving than any words could have been. Then, with a deliberate slowness, she strode towards him, her movements economical and deadly. She squatted beside him, her hand reaching for the mask that concealed his face. But the prisoner was far from defeated, and with a sudden burst of adrenaline, he tried to grab her hand, to prevent her from unmasking him.
However, Reana was ready for him. With a swift, merciless motion, she seized his wrist and snapped it with a sickening crack.
"Ahhh!!!" he screamed, rolling on the floor in agony as he tried to escape from Reana, but that only served to add to his torture. His broken wrist throbbed with excruciating pain, making his vision blur.
Reana rose to her feet, her movements calm and deliberate, before taking a step closer to him. With a ruthless precision, she raised her foot and brought it down on his knee, the crack of shattering bone echoing through the cell again.
The prisoner’s scream grew louder, his body contorting in anguish. As he rolled on his back, Reana broke his other knee, rendering him paralysed.
This person had the effrontery to sneak into her pack and cause unrest. A few of her warriors were killed, Ryder was hurt, and Vivian, whom she had plans for, had escaped. Death was too good for those involved. And she hoped Ryan could feel the weight of her wrath, could sense the fury that burned within her. Because, even the goddess wouldn’t be able to save him from her.
Of course, Ryan could feel it - the other person’s raw pain and agony. He was just a wall away, and Reana’s rage was thick and heavy, seeping through the stone wall like a chill. His throat was burning from how dry it had become, and his fine hair was drenched with sweat, plastered to his forehead as he strained to listen. But he didn’t believe that Reana would hurt him too much, considering many factors.