Chapter 274 Too Long
After selecting the items, William stood in front of Lester's cage.
A sharp-eyed guard brought over a lounge chair. Before bringing it over, he wiped down every part of the chair with a towel, then carried it to William's side.
They stood quietly behind William, partly to protect him in case Lester suddenly went crazy, and partly to receive orders promptly.
William sat in the chair and scanned the entire warehouse, then turned his gaze back to the cage.
Looking at Lester, who was forced to spread his legs and could not cover his body, William suddenly turned to the people behind him.
"When you are bored, find ways to keep yourselves entertained with him."
William's words left his men puzzled. They could not guess what he meant.
Seeing their confused expressions, William sighed. If Dylan were here, he would not need to explain in such detail.
He shook his head and turned his gaze back.
The guards exchanged glances, all looking equally confused.
Only Lester in the cage understood what William meant.
He stretched out his neck and laughed wildly. "William, you are wasting your time."
"When it comes to torturing people, I am your master."
"Think about Isabella, think about how miserable she looked when you found her."
Lester's wild laughter finally changed William's expression.
He no longer cared about Lester's attacks on him, but he still cared about Isabella's feelings.
Isabella was his only weakness.
The day he rescued Isabella, one of her fingers had been cut off.
After that, Isabella could never paint again, and she had loved painting.
William looked down at his own left hand. His middle finger had been cut off by himself.
Thrown into the river, whether it had fed the fish or simply rotted there, it could never be reattached.
When the rusty iron door was pushed open, a subordinate ran in carrying several large bags.
His chest was rising and falling, and the hair at his temples was damp with sweat.
When the packaging was opened, William picked up the toy prepared for Lester, turning it in his hand, and finally nodded with satisfaction.
It was a giant penis, longer than William's arm and as thick as his forearm.
The deep purple mold looked as if it were coated with poison, and the bulging veins on it were disturbingly lifelike.
Besides this "toy," other items were also on their way.
William had his men pull Lester out, chain his hands and feet, and fix him to the overhead beam.
He looked at Lester's hands, then touched his own missing middle finger with his right hand.
"Your fingers are too ugly."
"Come over here and fix them."
William ordered the people behind him.
Two of them came forward, actually took out nail clippers, and started trimming Lester's nails.
William's face turned cold. After watching the two finish trimming the nails and step aside to wait, he spoke coldly.
"Too long."
"A bit shorter."
The two men froze for a moment, but still picked up the nail clippers and stepped forward to trim again.
Lester shook his head proudly. "William, I really have to thank you for caring so much about my life."
"You even have time to trim my nails. After Isabella died, did you ever trim hers?"
The two men trimming the nails already had sweat running down their backs after hearing Lester's words.
They were not afraid of Lester, but of William.
William did not respond to Lester and just continued.
"Still too long."
"A bit shorter."
All the exposed nails had been cut off, and the remaining nails had already merged into the flesh.
The two subordinates finally understood what William meant.
They took the nail clippers and kept cutting deeper.
When the nail clippers came down, they sliced into the flesh at the fingertips as well.
Dark red blood oozed out, and Lester suddenly struggled like crazy, making the four iron chains clang loudly.
William found the noise annoying and had people tighten the chains to the maximum, then add another one around his neck.
The chains were stretched to their limit, drawn taut like straight lines.
Lester finally could not struggle anymore.
His ten fingers, where the nails had grown into the flesh, were cut off bit by bit.
But the nail clippers were too small, only able to cut off sesame-seed-sized pieces of flesh each time.
The two subordinates worked up a sweat, watching the raw flesh being nibbled away by the nail clippers bit by bit.
Lester finally felt the pain.
William deliberately did not gag him, just so he could listen to his screams.
Lester went from cursing at first to cursing intermittently, because every time the clippers touched his flesh, the pain kept him from finishing a complete sentence.
Ten bloody fingers, not an inch of nail left.
William only continued coldly.
"Still too long."
"A bit shorter."
The two subordinates hesitated for a moment, then could only keep cutting.
When about a quarter of the flesh on the first joint of Lester's left and right middle fingers had been cut away,
the bones in his fingers were already exposed to the air.
Lester gritted his teeth, his body twitching slightly, his face turning white.
He had passed out from the pain.
A bucket of cold water was splashed over his face, waking him up again.
Lester's head trembled as he glared at William.
"William, if you have the guts, kill me."
"You are not human, you are a fucking demon."
William was actually pleased to be cursed at.
He spoke again.
"Too long."
"A bit shorter."
These two sentences weighed on Lester's ears more heavily than a death sentence.
His body could not move. Only his mouth could still spit out harsh words.
"William, you will not come to a good end."
"Fuck, bastard, kill me."
Lester was no longer as sharp-tongued as before. William finally saw the composure disappear from his face.
Only helpless rage remained.
Suddenly, Lester laughed loudly.
"You want to torture me to death. I will not let you succeed."
He suddenly bit off his own tongue, then chewed it a few times and swallowed it.
Lester opened his mouth, blood and saliva mixed together, dripping out.
He was still laughing, his eyes full of defiance.
William had people take him down and immediately begin resuscitation.
"You can all die, but not him."
"Stop the bleeding, and give him painkillers. Do not let him die from shock."
William calmly arranged every detail. Looking at the unconscious Lester, the corners of his mouth turned up.
"Idiot."
"Biting off your tongue to kill yourself is just a trick made up for movies."
To avoid any accidents, William still found a doctor for Lester.
He was right. Biting off the tongue could not cause immediate death.
Lester could not die at all.
The only cost was that he could not speak clearly now, and William could not understand what he was trying to say.