She could feel her heart beating so hard that it was painful. Her pupils fluttered with the contents of her stomach churning to escape.
Callista hurriedly pulled her head back to hide. She did not have time to see the other person who was being dragged away. Their bodies were bruised, bloodied, and even torn apart.
"Who did that?" she wondered as she pressed her lips tightly together to keep from making a sound. Her stomach churned and wanted to go upstairs as soon as she saw the scene.
"Take them to the twenty-third cell."
Again Callista was taken aback. A voice she could not forget. A voice that stuck in her head with a bad memory. Who else if not Kenward, the psychopath?
"Okay, boss."
"Obey! Don't slow me down!" snapped a man with a hand full of hair from the traitorous woman.
"Ahh! Don't!"
"Let go! Ahh!"
"No mercy for you. Hurry up!"
With her body shaking violently, Callista tried to raise her head again. She stared fixedly at a man with a shirt that looked disheveled and had blood stains all over it.
The psychopath, who she had suspected to be the perpetrator of the torture of the two people, only stared at them with a flat stare.
Callista sharpened her vision even more. Unmistakably, one corner of Kenward's lips was pulled upwards. How could the man smile in the middle of this situation?
Callista immediately withdrew her gaze as soon as he looked around. She leaned her back against the marble table. Slowly, the sound of shouting could be heard farther away.
When she felt that there was enough distance between her and them, Callista hurriedly got up and walked towards the elevator. Although her whole body was shaking violently and her vision became a little blurry, Callista forced herself to walk quickly.
The elevator doors closed along with her long breaths. At least she would be on a different floor from them. She didn't want to die so soon. She had to hurry back and cover herself with the blanket.
Callista's movements were so fast. Her breathing was irregular. After a few exhausting steps, her hand reached the doorknob. She opened it wide and closed it with her back.
Tired. She had only been here for half a day, but she already felt very tired. With sluggish steps, she made her way to the bed. She placed a pair of crutches next to the nightstand.
Her two hands were still trembling painstakingly lifted her numb legs. She covered her body with a blanket up to her chest. The voices that sounded heartbreaking had indeed disappeared. But not the voice coming from her head.
The moment a few minutes ago haunted her. It would not be easy to forget the moment when she saw that horrible scene.
"Argghh! Shit! Stop spinning in my head!"
Both hands pulled hard on her hair. The screams were spinning in her head like a broken radio. It is not easy for a person to forget horrible memories, the saddest memories, and the happiest memories. It is experienced by every human being.
Callista covered her entire face in the blanket. "Be quiet, please be quiet," she said in a trembling tone. The tears she had been holding back fell. It seemed that Kenward was not the only one with mental health issues. If she continued like this, maybe one day he would prefer to disappear.
***
Lash!
"Ahh!"
A very loud voice sounded deafening. Any normal person who was there would have run from the room. But not for the group of men who stayed where they were. They stood in neat rows. A sharp gaze that seemed not to be disturbed in the slightest even though the tip of a knife was about to touch their pupils.
In contrast, the faces of the men with severe bodies were very serious. A man who was sitting on the sofa stared at the scene in front of him calmly and casually. The man looked relaxed.
He put the piece of meat back into his mouth. He chewed elegantly, followed by the ruby-colored drinks that flowed slowly down his throat. Kenward smiled slightly. He was satisfied. Not only his eyes were full, his stomach was also full.
Kenward made a hand signal to his men. They immediately understood his intentions. One of them walked over to Kenward and picked up the plate of steak that was only half full.
With the same blood-stained clothes, Kenward savored the glass of ruby-colored drinks. Although it seemed to satisfy his eyesight, it was still lacking. His men had certainly only warmed them up. The long whipping would not cut into their body parts.
"That's enough. Stop!" Kenward ordered, which was immediately carried out. The four men holding the whips then walked backward to make way.
Kenward examined the condition of his two prey carefully. He looked at them from top to bottom. Not to look at their faces, because their faces were downcast because they could not straighten their eyes. Kenward just wanted to see how bad the whipping was.
Kenward rose to his feet and walked slowly toward his two prey. Pieces of flesh and skin were trampled on casually. It was certain who the owner of those pieces belonged to.
"You guys, leave!"
With just those two words, the burly men immediately paid their respects and left the room.
After hearing the sound of the door closing, Kenward walked over to his favorite drawers. His eyes stared intently at his combat weapons lined up there. He was hesitant to choose a winner for today. Those who won could be his friends in the sea of blood.
After thinking for a while, Kenward had finally made up his mind. A medium-sized knife with a handle engraved with a lion. He brought it closer to his destination.
Kenward looked at the two people with their hands tied up. "Did you think that betrayal wouldn't be visible to my eyes? How shallow your brains are." Kenward chuckled softly. He placed the tip of the knife on his prey's chin and turned the face up to meet his gaze.
A sigh escaped the sexy lips. Though it was only a lash given by his men, look at the look in their eyes. Between conscious and unconscious. And their voices are getting weaker.
Kenward pulled the knife back until the man in front of him looked down again.
"I'll show you the real torture."
He pressed the knife against the man's forehead. Once it was fully embedded, he moved his favorite knife until it made a line. Another pained groan could be heard until the line reached the top of the chin.
Kenward took two steps back to look at his art. It was not so beautiful.
"You have been my confidant for several years. Yet you still dare to betray me. It looks like you're already intending to give up your lives," Kenward said as he walked to his drawer. Putting down the knife and selecting another one.
This time with a knife that was bigger than before. Kenward walked over to the woman. Her situation was not much different from the man's. Kenward squatted right in front of her. He stared at the partially severed thigh that continued to drip blood.
"It's a pity you can't use your body to seduce men anymore," he murmured clearly in her ears. She was already at the threshold of her consciousness. She repeatedly opened and closed her eyes.
"But take it easy. Not only can intercourse spark pleasure, the throbbing pain of a wound is also pleasure," Kenward explained at length. He moved the knife in his hand. It didn't penetrate because he wasn't aiming for the second layer of bone armor.
One corner of his lips lifted. His left hand, which had been idle, now held the thin, peeling skin. He stared calmly without heeding the prey's cries of pain. Instead, he seemed to enjoy it.
It was indeed a pity that the beautiful thighs only showed flesh, no smooth skin adorning them. It wasn't until he reached the bottom of the thigh that Kenward finished what looked like skinning a chicken.
He lifted the very thin layer of skin right in front of the woman's face.
"Your skin that you take care of with so much money is not as valuable as the chicken skin sold in the market," he mocked and then threw the skin away.
Kenward frowned as she stopped yelling and just cried softly. It shouldn't be just one party enjoying the activity. Hence, he took the initiative.
He stepped his long legs towards the black drawer that was different from before. He had not been wearing gloves, leaving drops of blood forming a path as he walked.
The sound of pulling the drawer echoed in the silence. Inside were various glass bottles containing powders and liquids. However, there were of course no names or markers on the bodies of the bottles.
The two submissive prey only gave in when they heard the sound of approaching footsteps. The sound disappeared. More precisely, a pair of leather-clad feet stopped right in front of the woman.
Kenward uncapped the bottle. With a casual motion, he poured the powder inside the bottle onto the woman's thigh wound. It didn't take long for the beautiful music to return to Kenward's ears.
Kenward looked at the bottle in his hand with a wide smile, none other than the contents of the bottle was salt powder.
"I'm sorry, but you like something sweet. But there is no sugar in this room."
It is common for superiors to know their trusted subordinates well. And the woman who betrayed him was almost to the extent that she made him a friend outside of work. Well, no one knows the true side or the fake side that someone is showing. Of course, the woman was showing her fake side to Kenward.
A tremor was felt in her thighs. Her breath sounded long. Who was disturbing him in this pleasant moment?
Kenward couldn't help but accept the call as he walked to the black drawer. He returned the salt powder to its place.
"What's wrong?" the smile he had been wearing slowly faded. His face became as flat as a wall.
"Yes, alright. Prepare well." After saying that, Kenward immediately hung up the call. His eyebrows drew together, a hint of annoyance on his face. How could the client who came all that way come early? Of course, the meeting with his client would last a long time considering the project this time was very big. First impressions are very important.
"Today is indeed a favorable day for my prey," he muttered softly.