Chapter 275 Enjoy It Properly
William was unusually patient today. He had set aside plenty of time specifically for Lester.
Juniper's pregnancy was confirmed, and now all that was left was to wait.
Finally, he could free up his hands to properly deal with Lester.
He was still sitting in that chair, holding a cup of hot coffee, gently blowing away the steam rising from it.
The doctor had already managed to stop the bleeding. Lester's life was no longer in danger.
So William did not really see anything more important than finishing the hot coffee in his hand.
Paper cups did a terrible job of keeping the heat in. William's fingers were turning red from the heat.
But he did not even blink. His breathing remained steady, his five fingers properly wrapped around the paper cup.
Not a single drop of hot coffee spilled.
All of William's men waited quietly, watching his scalded right hand.
No one dared to interrupt.
Finally, Lester, bound hand and foot by five chains with one around his neck, let out a groan.
His body twitched, making a sound.
Lester had finally woken up. William was not in a hurry to stand.
He was enjoying the burning, stinging sensation in his right hand.
William took a sip. The scalding coffee entering his mouth felt like swallowing a red-hot coal.
William kept his mouth closed and forced that mouthful of coffee down his throat.
He closed his eyes and slowly shook his head,
as if savoring a treasured wine.
The chains made soft rustling sounds as Lester moved.
He opened his eyes, and the first thing he saw was William sitting in front of him.
His eyes bulged. He could not understand why he was still here, still hanging.
Only the numb, tingling sensation in his mouth, accompanied by mild pain, reminded him that he had not died.
His plan had failed.
He could even taste the anesthetic in his mouth.
Lester opened his mouth, making struggling sounds.
William, sitting in the chair, finally lifted his head, a slight smile on his lips.
He looked at Lester and gently shook his head.
"What are you saying? I cannot understand you."
Lester's head shook a few times wildly.
William slowly stood up from the chair. Holding the paper cup, he walked step by step toward Lester.
Looking up at that face, his smile grew wider.
"What a shame, I will never hear you speak again."
"You cannot talk anymore. How boring your days will be from now on."
Lester glared, as if trying to kill William with his eyes.
Even though he could no longer form any words, William could understand Lester, with half his tongue cut off, was still very aggressive.
William raised an eyebrow. "I get it, you must be thirsty."
"Come on, let me give you some coffee."
"I do not even want to drink it myself. I only take small sips each time."
William had someone bring over a stool. His men pried open Lester's mouth and pushed his head back.
William stood on the stool. He tilted the paper cup, pouring the entire cup of hot coffee into Lester's mouth.
The scalding heat flowed down his throat.
Lester swallowed desperately, coughing as he swallowed, choking out some of the hot coffee.
It landed on those men's hands, and they all pulled back from the burn.
Lester's body thrashed wildly.
He opened his mouth wide, constantly gasping for air, trying to dull the pain in his mouth.
William smiled. "Looks like you are even more eager than I thought. Why drink so fast and spill so much?"
"What a waste."
William handed the paper cup to someone nearby.
He said flatly, "I do not think he has had enough. Get him another cup."
His subordinate did not dare refuse and could only take the paper cup. The coffee pot on the table was still heating, steam rising from it.
The man filled the paper cup, wearing thick gloves, and handed it back to William.
Lester's body thrashed wildly again, making incomprehensible sounds from his mouth.
It was impossible to tell if he was cursing or protesting.
William had them push his head back again. Holding the paper cup, he did it once more.
The flesh in Lester's mouth had turned white on the surface from the scalding,
as if it had been cooked, drained of color.
Hot coffee splashed on his face, burning him so badly he grimaced, his face twisting into deep wrinkles.
By the time the paper cup was empty, scattered red burns had appeared on Lester's face.
William threw away the paper cup, watching Lester's head convulse and tremble slightly.
Only his eyes remained clear, and the hatred in them had grown deeper.
William smiled as he stepped down from the stool. He looked at the subordinate waiting nearby and said,
"Alright, it is time to unwrap our gift for Mr. Harrison. No, it should be Ms. Harrison now."
When someone carried over that purple toy penis, Lester's trembling stopped.
He barely lowered his gaze to look at the space below him.
That area was empty, with a cold feeling.
His masculine dignity was gone.
William looked at that thing, longer than himself and thicker than a forearm, then glanced at Lester's waist.
He measured its width with his hand, a good hand-span across.
William was in no hurry. He measured with his left thumb and index finger, then personally compared it to Lester's belly.
Then he nodded with satisfaction. "Begin. Let Mr. Harrison enjoy this properly."
The subordinate held the toy while two others adjusted the chains, pulling his hips wider apart.
Just as they were about to apply lubricant, William coughed lightly.
The person about to apply the lubricant froze, turning to steal a glance at William.
William stared at the bottle of lubricant and said, "What do you need oil for? This Lester loves rough treatment the most."
William walked to the side of the warehouse himself. He picked up a camera, personally taking on the role of photographer.
He turned on the switch, aiming at the main area.
Watching as the thing pressed against the entrance but could not go in, William muttered,
"Use some force. Did you not eat?"
His subordinate did not dare delay. With a muffled sound, he shoved half of the purple toy's head inside.
Red blood instantly flowed down the toy and down Lester's legs in streams.
Lester passed out from the pain immediately. William held up the camera, looking displeased.
"What are you standing there for? Wake him up."
"My camera is not done filming yet."
A subordinate brought ice water and poured it over Lester's head.
When Lester opened his eyes again, his bloodshot eye sockets had tears streaming from the corners.
His whole body trembled slightly. His mouth was open, but the sounds he made were no longer as loud as before.
William held up the camera, speaking softly.
"Continue. Everyone who does well will be rewarded."
"Those who do not, be ready to receive the same punishment as him."
William raised the camera slightly, recording that tear-streaked face as well.