Robert Peters let out a startled cry, his whole body trembling as he shook his head and muttered, “It doesn’t hurt, it doesn’t hurt!”
“Oh? It doesn’t hurt?” Kayden picked up the knife Robert Peters had intended to use against Vivian. Grabbing Robert Peters’ index finger with a calm expression, Kayden said casually, “Well then, let’s try something that does.”
With a swift motion, the knife came down. Robert Peters’ index finger was severed.
“Ahh!” A blood-curdling scream echoed through the hall, sharp and piercing.
“It hurts! It hurts! Please, stop! No more!” Robert Peters broke down completely, tears and sweat streaming down his face as he looked at Kayden like he was staring at the devil himself.
“This is all you can take? No, we’ve only just begun. Let’s take it slow,” Kayden said, lifting Robert Peters’ middle finger.
With another deliberate motion, the knife came down again. This time, Kayden didn’t cut through completely. He stopped halfway, pulling the blade out and examining it. “Hmm, the blade’s getting dull. Not as sharp as it should be.”
Kayden moved slowly on purpose, drawing out each moment. The deliberate pace of every action-from the knife cutting in to the blade being pulled out-was designed to break Robert Peters’ spirit, to shatter his pride.
Robert Peters had always enjoyed manipulating others, relishing the control and the torment he inflicted. Now, Kayden was turning the tables, making Robert Peters taste what it felt like to be powerless.
“No! No! No!” Robert Peters screamed, his voice cracking into desperate wails as he stared at his half-severed finger. At this point, he wished it would just be cut off completely.
Kayden didn’t stop. He pressed the blade against the finger again, slicing slowly, pulling back and forth as if carving through meat. Each stroke sent waves of excruciating pain through Robert Peters’ body, making his scalp tingle and his screams grow hoarse.
By the time the middle finger was severed, Robert Peters’ face was pale, his body trembling violently as if on the verge of collapse. He looked like he might faint at any moment.
Kayden glanced at him and shook his head. “No, no. You can’t pass out yet. If you faint, all of this will be meaningless.”
Saying this, Kayden pulled out a few silver needles, swiftly inserting them into specific points on Robert Peters’ body. Instantly, Robert felt a jolt of energy, as though adrenaline had surged uncontrollably through his veins.
“What… what are you doing to me?” he stammered.
Kayden smiled faintly and said, “I’m helping you fully enjoy the rest of this experience. You love tormenting others, don’t you? Now, let’s see how it feels to be on the receiving end.”
“No! Please, no!” Robert Peters screamed, shaking his head furiously.
The brutality was beyond comprehension-cold-blooded, merciless, utterly savage. Kayden was using the very methods Robert Peters had inflicted on others, turning his own cruelty against him.
“We’re not in a rush,” Kayden said with a smirk, grasping Robert Peters’ ring finger next. A grinding sound filled the air as the blade scraped against bone, each stroke deliberate and agonizing.
Robert Peters’ screams grew louder, more desperate with every cut. His cries of despair echoed, each one more hopeless and gut-wrenching than the last.
Finally, all ten fingers were severed in the cruelest of ways. Robert Peters collapsed to the ground, writhing in pain, sobbing uncontrollably. “No, no more! Please, just kill me! End it! Kill me!”
But Kayden shook his head. “Giving up so soon? Your endurance is disappointing. But it’s not that easy. You don’t get to die yet. We’re just getting started. What’s the point if you can’t experience the full extent of this torment?”
Kayden’s gaze shifted to Robert Peters’ legs. “Now, let’s move on to your legs. Do you know what it feels like when bones break?”
“No! No, please, I’m begging you! Don’t! Just kill me, or let me kill myself!” Robert Peters pleaded, his voice trembling.
Kayden ignored him, his tone almost conversational. “You know, when most people break their legs, it happens so quickly they don’t even feel the process-just the aftermath. But the process itself, that’s where the real pain lies. You’re lucky. Today, you’ll get to experience it.”
Lifting one of Robert Peters’ legs, Kayden smiled coldly. Robert’s face twisted in terror, his mind breaking under the weight of what was to come. He desperately wished for unconsciousness, even death, but Kayden wouldn’t allow it. Every second was a calculated act of torture, dragging him into a state worse than death.
Eventually, Robert Peters reached his limit. Unable to endure any longer, he finally passed out.
Nearby, Bruce Peters, Robert’s son, had been watching everything unfold. He was huddled in a corner, trembling uncontrollably, his legs too weak to hold him up. A puddle of urine pooled beneath him.
Kayden’s eyes shifted to Bruce. The younger man flinched, his voice shaking as he stammered, “It wasn’t me! It wasn’t my fault! It was all my father! Please, don’t hurt me!”
Before Kayden could respond, Bruce suddenly made a desperate decision. Clenching his jaw, he threw himself headfirst into the wall with all his strength. With a sickening crack, his skull split open. He collapsed to the ground, lifeless.
Bruce Peters had chosen suicide, driven to the brink by the horrors he had witnessed. Even in death, there was no peace-his final moments were consumed by fear and despair.
Kayden’s gaze lingered on the lifeless body of Bruce Peters, then shifted back to Robert Peters, who lay unconscious on the ground. His work was done. The result was exactly what he had intended.
Outside the room, Ivy Taylor stood frozen, her heart pounding as the screams from within echoed in her ears. The sheer brutality of what she had heard shook her to the core. She didn’t know the exact methods Kayden had used, but she knew one thing: those men deserved every second of it.
Vivian was only five years old. That Robert and Bruce Peters had dared to target her was unforgivable in Ivy’s eyes. No matter what Kayden had done to them, it was justice. Ivy would never pity monsters like them.