“After… seventeen strikes…” as the man’s voice trailed off,
The sound of footsteps echoed in Leland’s ears as he stepped on Charles’s right hand. With each exertion of force, Charles’s hand twisted and contorted, the bones either fractured or shattered. He writhed in pain, his body convulsing, but Leland pressed him down with a shovel.
After stepping on his right hand, Leland grew tired of it and stopped. As he listened to the trembling voice of the man, images slowly formed in his mind. Two men had pinned Winifred to the ground, subjecting her to violence. She tried to escape, but her hair was yanked back, keeping her body under control. They twisted her left hand, which still wore a watch that couldn’t be removed. In order to make the watch come off, they stomped on her hand, causing the bones to shrink and deform. They even considered cutting off her left hand directly so that the watch could be completely removed.
The two men revealed greedy and ruthless gazes. One held her down while gripping the back of her head, while the other used his foot and a stone to deform Winifred’s left hand.
Winifred’s screams of agony seemed to echo in Leland’s ears.
“Did you really stomp on her hand like that? Did she beg for mercy? Did she?” Leland raised the shovel in his hand and aimed it at Charles’s wrist.
In an instant, his wrist flashed before him, followed by a dull pain. Before he could react, his wrist was broken, completely separating his hand from his body.
Leland had directly severed Charles’s hand with the shovel. After a brief moment of silence, Charles erupted into a hoarse roar from his throat.
The man who had been describing the entire process was now frozen in fear. He saw Charles’s wrist bloom like a red flower, blood splattering out. His face grew hot as he looked at the bloodstains on the ground and knelt back in fear.
This man was a lunatic, a complete and utter lunatic. If he had known it would turn out like this, he wouldn’t have gone there tonight to steal a watch.
“Dizzy?” Leland’s voice suddenly softened as he reached for the faucet on the wall and turned it on, splashing water onto Charles’s face. The person who had just been knocked unconscious by pain was now awakened by the cold water, as if they were in hell.
Leland also discarded the cloth in his mouth. As soon as he did so, Charles gasped for breath and couldn’t stop himself from screaming in pain, blood spewing from his mouth.
His terrified eyes glanced at Leland, but when he saw his criminal accomplice beside him, all that filled his eyes was an unstoppable hatred.
“He also attacked that woman. He kicked her in the stomach. When she took out her phone to call for help, he directly snapped her hand. If she hadn’t made that call… next, he was going to rape that woman… I just wanted the watch, but he wanted more than just robbery…” Charles spat out blood as he spoke intermittently.
“Nonsense! You’re talking nonsense! I never wanted anything more than robbery,” the man knelt on the ground. “Boss, I really didn’t want anything more… he’s talking nonsense… he planned it all…”
Charles: “I’m not talking nonsense… He was planning to rape that woman from the beginning. Later on, when that woman mentioned she had a million-dollar watch on her hand and asked if we wanted it…”
“I didn’t! I didn’t!” No matter how much he explained or pleaded, Leland approached him with the blood-stained shovel in his hand.
In truth, whether it was nonsense or not was clear to everyone involved.
The man’s shifting gaze couldn’t deceive Leland; Leland had no intention of letting him go anyway. One by one, they would all take their turns.
At this moment, Leland resembled an evil spirit who had crawled out of hell to torment souls: “It seems like you haven’t explained every detail of what happened. I reminded you earlier; say one less word and I’ll cut off your tongue.”
The man’s tongue trembled uncontrollably; now he wanted something to block his own mouth. Just as he was about to move, a gust of wind blew from his left ear. He glanced up but couldn’t see clearly before a tremendous force struck his left temple. His brain shook and darkness clouded his vision.
His entire body fell to the right side as he collapsed onto the ground. Unconscious spasms overtook him; just moments ago he had been incessantly talking but now couldn’t form a coherent sentence.
Leland raised the shovel used for beating people and adjusted his wrist.
He excelled at torturing people-first breaking them down psychologically step by step until they were at their most fearful moment before delivering a powerful blow. He wouldn’t kill them instantly; torturing them slowly was much more interesting than a single fatal blow. What could compare to slow torture?
Leland squatted down and reached into the man’s slightly open mouth with his hand, firmly gripping the tip of his tongue and pulling it out. With his right hand holding the shovel like a knife… raising it with force… aiming directly at the tongue…
Only a muffled groan could be heard; blood covered the face before him. After all, shovels were too big compared to small knives; control over strength and accuracy wasn’t as stable. As a result, not only did this person lose their lips but their nose as well.
So now, what lay before him was an extremely gruesome scene-a face covered in blood…
“Pain… pain…” In reality, after reaching extreme pain comes numbness; the brain doesn’t immediately respond with maximum pain signals. That’s why Leland liked torturing people slowly.
He stood up and threw away the shovel in his hand before easily knocking both men half-dead with a slap. He leisurely took off his gloves and threw them onto that bloodied face.
“Filthy eyes.”