Chapter 25: A Lesson

Chapter 25

Adrian’s POV: A Lesson

NOTE: GORY SCENE AHEAD.(Don’t read if you aren’t comfortable)

I preferred solitude. My own space. Especially when a I was busy with my Princess.

It was a picture that Nicholas had sent me earlier when they were on set.

My Princess, my woman in an ancient attire. She looked ethereal. Like a painting that had come to life.

And I had done just that. I painted a meural. A huge painting of her. I had tweaked the background to make it look like she was taking a walk in a garden. Her favorite flower, tulips, scattered around her.

“Sir. We caught a man on the streets of Shanghai. He was stalking the Madam”

The sentence made me pause. Stalking? My Princess? All the way in Shanghai?

“Did you question him?”

“Tiana sent him”

Tiana again. She was really starting to get on my nerves.

“Tell me you have him”

“Yes Sir. He’s at the warehouse. Your tool box is ready”

“Good”

I focused on the meural I was painting. Anything concerning my Princess would never be left halfway. Stalking my Princess in broad daylight was a sin on its own.

Having bad intentions with the stalking was a death wish.

I dropped the paint brush as I gazed at her face. My Princess. My woman.

I stood up as I walked out of my mansion and boarded the car my subordinates had prepared earlier.

Tiana had been in my radar for a long time. Laying a claim that wasn’t hers to lay. This will be a lesson she will never forget. I was going to make sure of it.

“Please forgive me. I swear I didn’t know she wasn’t supposed to be touched”

The man had already peed himself before I got there. A huge stench of waste and human decay filled the air.

Many of such waste were business rivals who thought they could have their way and get away with it.

The rest and majority of them were bastard who had targeted my Princess even before two of us got together.

Bastards who had been stpid and dmb enough to believe they could lay their hands on her and get away with it.

But like I said, they were stpid and dmb. And the guy in front of me happened to be a new part of the waste. And I would enjoy making or turning him into one.

“What were you doing around her? Who sent you and why?”

I closed my eye as I tried concentrating on the stuff going on. Stalking… My Princess. He was going to die.

“I swear I don’t know. She paid me to do it. She wanted me to find dirty on her so she can use it to her favor. There was nothing else I did”

His eyes told me he was lying. He wanted to do more.

“I’m going to ask you one more time. What were you sent there to do?”

His pupils kept on twitching as he refused to look me straight in the eye.

“I was also told to have my way with her and record everything”

Have his way with her? At that point, my Princess’s voice echoed in my ears;

“Yes Daddy”

“Fck me”

“Harder Daddy. Use me harder”

“Cm inside me”

“Breed me Daddy”

He wanted to hear the moans that belonged exclusively to me and only me. Such a funny thing to do.

But such a funny thing to do pushed me straight to anger. I walked up to my tool box as I picked up a nail piercer. It was a sharp pin that I could use to do more harm than good.

I walked up to the man who had peed in his pants for the second time and pushed the pin straight into his palm.

“Ahhhhhhh!!” He let out a high scream as he started thrashing about.

“You envisioned having my woman in your arms to fulfill all your depraved desires”

“She was the one who paid me to do it. I swear I didn’t know she’s your woman” he cried out as I pushed it in more.

My brain refused to process his words as the only scene that played in my head was my Princess under him and I couldn’t fathom the thought as I drew closer to insanity.

I took out the pin and started stabbing his arm as the picture grew more vivid in my head.

Not enough, I took out a plier and walked back to him. Starting from his big toe nail, I pulled out all his toes one by one amidst the screams which so had blocked my ears from hearing as so focused on the torture.

I moved onto his fingers as I did the same. I didn’t stop even when he pooped on himself and my entire men drew back. Not even when I pulled out his thumb and his blood splattered all over my face.

I only stopped when all his finger and toe nails were completel removed. Leaving him a gory mess.

“Now. We will advance to the dck you think you could have used to fck my woman”

My men had already prepared an entire bowl of piping hot water mixed with a chemical that I failed to recognize cause of insanity at the point. Passing me the gloves, I took them and wore them immediately. My body ached to hurt him. To mar him. To ruin him.

“Give me that” I barked out the order as he passed the small cup to me.

“Pull down his pants and make sure his slacks are still tight. I don’t want him thrashing around like before”

My men doubled the ropes they had used to bind him as I held up the miniature dck in my hands.

“Now let me make it clear to you. You see this…” I pointed the tip of dick up as he nodded his head quickly, fear flashing in his eyes.

“This isn’t enough to satisfy my woman. No one can satisfy my woman other than me. You could have rejected the money if you knew what you were doing was wrong, but you needed the thrill of fucking a young pussy. Now I will show you the consequences of touching my woman and even daring to imagine her pinned under you”

With the tip pointed up, I poured the contents of the small cup. The hot liquid entering the hole at the top of his dick as my men had widened it with another tool I was sure was yet to be disinfected.

“Ahhhh. Fck you, you psycho!!!!”

A psycho? Yes. Yes, I was. But only when it came to my Princess.

I watched his tiny dck shrivel up as it dried up as soon as the water cooled down. The man was becoming numb at a point but I couldn’t care less.

When the dick had dried up like a fucking leaf during fall, I used my hands…

And I crushed them to dust.

The man just stared at his gone dick dumbfounded. He was in shock and pain. But I couldn’t care less. I was just starting with him. And it was going to be the sweet kind of torture.

“Sir”

Another one of my men barged into the room and called out my name. I would have asked that he was tied up next to the man and have first hand experience on how the pain of not having a dick was.

But his words made my insanity fade away.

“Master Nicholas and Mrs Cole are on their way coming back. They’re estimated to land in the next fourth minutes.

My Princess was coming back. Best news I had ever heard. My bloodthirst dried up as I rushed out.

“Bind him and make sure nothing goes wrong.”

“Yes sir”

I needed to wash away the blodd scents on my body and change my suit. My Princess couldn’t see me like this. I refused to allow it.

I walked away from the warehouse, one thought keeping me going.

My woman was back home. And I would make sure every minute spent with her counted.