Chapter 101
Zack’s eyes bulged with pure horror the mont he heard the cold rciless words coming out of Alex’s mouth. A hysterical scream tore out from his throat as he began to thrash wildly in his seat, causing the chair to rock dangerously.
"NO! You can’t do that to ! You sick fucks! That’s fucking insane! You can’t...!"
"Or," Alex interrupted calmly. "I will have the thugs here break all your limbs, essentially turning you into a cripple, before I’ll personally disfigure you myself. So pick one. Do you want to lose only your wiener, or do you want to lose both your arms, legs and also end up disfigured? The ball is in your court. Choose one."
All the thugs who had been standing in the sa room, unconsciously shifted uneasily. Even the boss who was now standing at the side, felt a cold sweat break out across his forehead.
Normally, as a small ti boss, he had seen so pretty dark things in his life, but today’s own really took the cake. Just the casual way Alex had said those cruel words without even batting an eye chilled even soone like him to the bones.
But in a way, the punishnt did seem very fitting for soone like the young man called Zack who couldn’t keep his dick in his pants, and had proposed to have even his own mother sent to the devils nest just to keep himself safe.
Zack kept struggling against the chair as tears began to leak out of his eyes, mixing with the cold water on his face. Right now, even if soone were to stand, let’s say, ten ters away, they would still be able to see the thick vein on his neck, showing just how scared and agitated he really was.
"This is unfair! You can’t do this! The cops... the cops will find you! My mom must have already filed a missing person report for ! You’ll all rot in jail for this shit! You sickos!"
Alex couldn’t suppress the sneer that appeared on his face that was currently behind the black skull mask.
"Your mother? You an the woman who you were just offering to us a minute ago just to let you go? Wow, you really are a shaless bastard. It’s just a pity that the poor woman still loves a filthy son like you."
"Now enough talking. If you think that anyone can save you today, then you’re sorely mistaken. No one can save you from my clutch. Now, I’m going to give you until the count of ten to make your choice Zack."
Zack froze, chest heaving, face twisted in panic. His eyes darted desperately between the boss and the black skull masked man who was beginning to look like the devil himself.
"Ten," Alex began, his voice echoing with finality.
"Please... I’ll do anything..."
"Nine."
"I’m sorry! I didn’t an it! Don’t do this!"
"Eight."
The thugs stood ready. So even began cracking their fist to prepare.
"Seven."
Zack finally scread, yanking so hard that the ropes cut into his smooth skin, drawing blood.
"Six."
"I’ll pay you! work for you! Just na it!"
"Five."
Hopelessness began to sink in. Zack’s struggles had now significantly weakened, but his body did manage to tremble uncontrollably.
"Four."
"Three."
"Please... I’m begging you..."
"Two."
"One."
The mont Alex finished the countdown Zack finally seed to have lost all trace of hope. He closed his eyes for a second before opening them, and looked at the masked man with a forlorn expression on his face before muttering bitterly.
"I choose the first one..."
Alex nodded and stopped the thugs who were already moving closer toward Zack. God knows how long he wanted to do this from the second he saw Zack entering inside Emily with a dirty smirk on his stupid face.
He rembered how the bastard had easily overpowered him when he confronted them. He could even clearly rember how they were planning to hide his body while he was slowly dying. So what he was about to do could be considered as payback for everything.
Though his original plan had been to make Zack and Emily slowly suffer, having Zack lose his symbol as a man seed like the fitting punishnt for a man like him.
Alex slowly walked toward the broken Zack, looked at him deeply to savor this mont, and raised his leg to deliver the final strike. Just as his legs were about to co down and Zack had already closed his eyes tightly, he stopped.
It’s not like he had sothing as stupid as a change of mind or anything. Now that would be incredibly stupid, considering how much he had been hating the bastard ever since he discovered that he had been having an affair with Emily for a long ti, with the worst part being that he had unknowingly been raising the bastard’s children for years.
The reason he stopped was that he didn’t want to personally do it with his clean shoes. He had just bought the damn thing not too long, and getting it dirty with so jerk’s blood would only make it unusable.
He materialized a tiny shard of Deathfrost Bloom, about the size of a pinkie finger, and sent it straight toward Zack’s groin. Imdiately a loud pig-like voice echoed throughout the basent. Everyone present watched the entire thing unfold with horror while clutching their junior brother tightly.
After screaming, Zack imdiately fainted due to the extre pain. Alex turned back with a twisted form of satisfaction in his green eyes. He laughed like a madman while shedding tears.
Finally! He had gotten his revenge on the bastard! He quickly cald down his excited emotions, and calmly said to the boss.
"Take this piece of trash and dump him in front of the nearest hospital. Make sure he’s still breathing when you leave him there. I still want him alive to live with the sha every single day for the rest of his life."
The boss nodded quickly with thick beads of sweat still glistening on his forehead. Truth be told, he was afraid of this young man standing in front of him. He barked orders at two of his thugs, who hesitated for maybe sothing like a second before grabbing the unconscious Zack.
The young man’s head dangled limply, with blood staining his pants from the crazy wound inflicted by the Deathfrost Bloom shard. They dragged him toward the exit like a sack of at, leaving only a faint trail of red on the dirty basent floor.
As they left, they increased their pace, not wanting to stay in the sa room with a man who could shoot black ice shards from his hand like so sort of superheroes from movies.
Satisfied, Alex turned on his heel and strode out of the basent without another word. He didn’t even look back at the small-ti boss who had helped make tonight possible.
Soon the door to the villa closed, as he made his way outside. Alex then rembered that he was still wearing the cool black skull mask and pulled it out of his face. For a mont he wanted to return it, but as he looked at the mask, he decided to keep it.
The mask could be really helpful, plus it was kind of cool. Besides, it’s not like the boss will even ask for it again, right? As he continued to walk his thoughts began to drift.
Vengeance, at long last, had finally been delivered. The wonderful image of Zack’s horrified expression as he chose to lose only his dick replayed in his mind. Though it wasn’t exactly the slow torture he had originally planned, it still felt just right... Poetic even... For a man who thought with his stupid dick and betrayed everyone around him.
He still rembered the day he had caught them: Zack thrusting into Emily with that filthy smile, the sa smile he wore while Emily spoke of how Zack had been sleeping with her for years and was the true father of those children he had thought were his.
But this was only the beginning. He wanted to see the pain on Zack’s face one day, when he revealed that he was the one in the black skull mask. As for Emily. Let’s just say what he had in store for her would be sothing she rembers for the rest of her miserable life.
But right now, his thoughts turned back to Olivia. By now she should still be asleep, hopefully recovering from that damn flu. He didn’t know why but a warm genuine smile tugged at his lips the mont he thought of her. He was really looking forward to quietly sitting on the couch, and watching her sleep, before taking a nap of his own.
After a long walk back to Olivia’s place since he couldn’t find even one stupid taxi, Alex gave a sigh of relief. Finally! He was able to co back in record ti. But just as he turned the final corner toward the entrance of her house, his footsteps faltered.
Leaning against the building’s wall was a man who looked like he might be in his thirties. The man was wearing a dark suit, and had a cigarette hung loosely from his mouth.
In a way he didn’t look like a common street thug, and he most certainly didn’t look like a mundane civilian. There was this particular feeling to his presence that made the hair on the back of Alex’s neck stand up.
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A/N
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