Chapter 197 - 198: Don’t Kill Him
"Getting soap in your mouth can cause intense burning, nausea, and vomiting," Isabella explained, her voice steady. "It irritates your throat and stomach lining. And if it goes into your nose..." She paused, letting the tension build.
Gerwin’s already miserable expression twisted further at the thought.
"It burns the delicate membranes inside, causing sharp pain, sneezing fits, and even nosebleeds. It makes it hard to breathe properly."
The women gasped quietly, eyes wide. The consequences sounded severe enough to scare anyone into caution.
Isabella looked back at the small bowl, then at Luca. "Now, Luca," she said sweetly, "would you help me place the soap in his mouth and nose? I wouldn’t want to touch those parts myself."
There was a collective gasp from the women—not because they pitied Gerwin, but because they couldn’t believe someone as small and gentle-looking as Isabella could be so ruthlessly brutal.
Luca nodded respectfully and stepped closer to the man, holding the bowl steadily.
Gerwin’s remaining vision was blurred, and his panic rising as he whispered, "Please no..."
His voice was cracked, barely audible over his ragged breaths and the pounding of his heart.
Inside, he swore silently that he would make Isabella pay for this humiliation—if not today, then someday. Somehow.
Luca didn’t flinch. Without hesitation, he dipped his long fingers into the thick, sudsy liquid in the clay bowl, lifting a slimy scoop. The soap clung between his fingers in thick strands, catching the sunlight in a shimmer. He approached Gerwin with measured steps, his expression unreadable. The man’s muffled cries turned into full-blown shrieks the moment he realized what was coming.