Chapter 132: Anger Leads to Hatred
Marc stared intensely at Isaac, struggling to contain the boiling frustration and anger that threatened to overflow at any moment. After several hours of relentless beating, he realized that he would achieve nothing through conventional methods. The man facing him was resistant to physical pain, his glowing, unwavering eyes silently mocking him with each blow delivered.
The inspector clenched his fists until his knuckles turned white. Sweat beaded on his temples, his short breath betraying his growing despair. He suddenly stood up, gave a sharp signal to his masked assistant, and abruptly left the room, leaving Isaac alone in the damp darkness.
A few minutes later, Marc reappeared, accompanied by two technicians pushing a heavy metal cart. Isaac slowly raised his head, his exhausted gaze still vibrating with cold anger. His orange pupils burned like two embers, dimly illuminating his face, deformed by the blows.
On the cart was a strange machine, bristling with thick cables ending in metallic electrodes. A sinister device, of a disturbing matte black, emitting a slight electrical hum. Lemaire fixed Isaac with a cold, merciless smile, and slowly approached.
- "You chose this path, Isaac," he whispered in a low, icy voice. "I warned you. Now, you will talk, or you will experience suffering you never imagined could exist."
Without waiting for a response, he signaled the technicians to install the electrodes. They approached quickly, placing the cold metal plates on his temples, chest, arms, and legs. The icy contact of the electrodes made the young man shiver slightly, but his face remained closed, impassive, his eyes still defying Marc with that same cold glow.
Marc moved toward the machine, observing Isaac with a mixture of unhealthy satisfaction and impatience. He made a slight gesture with his finger toward one of the technicians.
- "Turn it on," he ordered coldly.
The technician flipped a switch, and immediately the machine emitted a dull hum, growing more and more intense. Isaac felt a slight vibration run through his body, barely perceptible at first, then increasingly vivid. A shiver of apprehension ran down his spine, but he gritted his teeth, ready to endure once again.
Marc Lemaire leaned slightly toward him, his eyes shining with visceral hatred, with fierce determination to get what he wanted.
- "Last chance, Isaac," he whispered coldly. "Confess now, or feel what true pain is."