My mind was just so warped right now, I was actually feeling joy about making soone suffer sothing much worse than death.
Their horrid cries earlier were the only thing I was hearing and everything else was just muffled and unintelligible. I saw so of Artem's n trying to confront but after trying multiple tis, I guess they thought it was better to leave alone.
Kaley had the highest chance to stop but I couldn't see her anywhere, Cynthia too. I just surmised they were still under the basent with the rest of us that ca down but seeing glimpses of Bogdan and Katya, I guess they chose to stay behind.
I just couldn't care as much right now because I found a drum where Chris could fit in perfectly.
It was easy enough to throw him in but I made sure he wouldn't be able to move a muscle because it would be hard to keep his head afloat once I started filling the drum with quick-drying cent. I already let go of the hamr I ravaged Adrian's body with since I'll be doing sothing a little more hands-off and literally slow-burning.
It was at this mont when I heard soone's voice clearly. It was just so monotone I would mistake it ca from Jude.
"What's your plan for that one?"
I turned around and discovered that it was Artem.
He was wearing his usual expression but like , his eyes lost their shine. We were both devoid of any emotion except for anger and we both knew what to do to curb what we were feeling. It's just that I got a short release with Adrian and Artem couldn't just stay on the sidelines.
However, he wouldn't get so action from this one either.
He had to find so other way to release so steam but if he was patient enough to wait for what I was about to do, he might make do.
I replied, "I went a little too fast with that motherfucker… This thing would last several hours… a couple at least..."
Artem didn't say anything after but I made him hold Chris' head in place.
I started filling the drum with the quick-drying cent I prepared in the mixer, and I filled the drum just enough to keep his head afloat even if we latched the lid on.
Almost imdiately, Chris started to wake up but it was already too late. He had no way to remove himself from the situation because he was bound by ropes, covered in cent, and being held up by one of our strongest fighters. All he could do was wiggle in place and it would only just delay the drying process and compromise the position of his body even more.
"P-P-PLEASE! L-LET G-GO! I'M S-SORRY! I'M SORRY-- I-- I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING TO THEM I-I-I S-SWEAR!"
I scoffed, "That's bullshit."
"I-I-IT'S TRUE! I-IT'S ALL P-POPS AND A-ADRIAN AND THEY JUST B-BRING TO C-CLEAN UP THE M-SS AFTER THEY--"
I cut him off, "After what? After they fuck them? Use them as ashtrays?! Coffee tables?! Punching bags?! RUGS?! FUCK! I WOULDN'T EVEN DO THAT TO MY DOG! YOU'RE JUST AS GUILTY EVEN IF YOU--"
"I OWE POPS A LOT OF M-MONEY OKAY?! P-PLEASE-- I-- JUST LET GO!"
I shook my head, "That's bullshit and you know it."
"I S-SWEAR! I SWEAR I'M TELLING THE TRUTH! I SWEAR ON MY DAUGHTER AND MY--"
I cut him off when I recalled sothing fairly recently, "What did you say again? You swear on your daughter?"
"Y-YES! PLEASE, I-- Where are you--"
My anger subsided by a bit when I fucked up Adrian but my blood just started boiling once more. I turned my back against him while everyone else watching got confused but after that, I jumped once more to the basent and descended the forsaken rooms I wouldn't want to enter for a second ti.
That was when I saw Cynthia from the other room crying incessantly while Kaley was trying her best to be there for her.
However, they weren't the reason I ca back. Kaley saw looking at them but she knew I had other plans.
I opened the left-most door once again and I picked up one of the 'pets' who just resurfaced in my mory. The other 'pets' present there didn't even try to protect their own because they were just so afraid of my presence. With that said, I raised her up and placed her on the table before taking a closer look.
She was a little older than the one that ran up to us earlier but she was still too young to be called an adult. However, she could see just fine but not so far out. She had a petite fra like most of them but her back was riddled with multiple scars and she was missing all of her teeth. Furthermore, her nether regions had visible scarring from continuous tears due to abuse.
I was denying it multiple tis in my head but the resemblance was just too unsettling.
She was shaking all over and she even peed herself but I cleaned her up and covered her with a blanket before bringing her up to the surface.
The people who ca down with still haven't said a word about what they witnessed to the others but their faces still grimaced the sa way the others did the first ti they saw her. They were all stunned in the spot when they saw carrying the poor figure in my arms but everything changed the mont she made eye contact with Chris.
"P-P-Papa~! Papa! PAPA~!"
Chris' face never turned so fucking ugly. His head was tethered by rubber straps right now but if Artem was still holding him in place, he would've broken his neck then and there. He was actually keeping it together because killing that motherfucker outright just isn't worth it.
Everyone else's face was now murderous but Chris continued to deny it.
"A-Ahaha… I don't k-know what that thing's t-talking about-- I-- I just clean them up after they--"
"PAPA! PAPA! PAPAA~!"
The little figure started to cry as she wiggled her little stumps around but I brought her back to the basent. Cynthia was still in the sa state as earlier but before I climbed back up, Kaley's voice entered my ears.
"Is she--"
"Yeah..."
"..."
"I need to go..."
"How about them? W-Will you… I c-could--"
"No… Wait for , just stay here with Cynthia..."
"Just… Just… Do what you have to… I'll-- We'll be here..."
"Yeah..."
From the short mont I was away, Artem was already trying to explain to his team that killing Chris outright would be fucking stupid. I had to do the sa thing with Jared and Lois as well because all they needed to do was pull the trigger and all the things we have in store for him would be for naught.
It's just that we needed to wait for a couple of hours before everything will be set in motion.
Quick-drying cent would usually take a couple of hours to be able to be walked on freely but the ti it would take for soone to get concrete burned was far less. It would be unnoticeable until it was too late.
Concrete burns had different effects due to cent being highly Alkaline and concrete containing abrasive aggregates. It could cause painful damage to the skin and it could present itself as redness, irritation, swelling, blistering, bleeding, discoloration, itching, and much, much worse. Furthermore, being left in cent for a longer period of ti would also cause muscle and bone damage.
There were several treatnts for it, especially in severe cases, but we were just about to do the exact opposite.
As soon as Chris was unable to move below his neck, I filled the drum with water up to the brim.
Almost imdiately, he started to form bubbles but it didn't take long before he started to drink copious amounts of water until he could breathe freely. However, I continued to pour water over his head until he couldn't anymore. He almost drowned the last mont but I scooped them out with a smile on my face.
It's just that I let him breathe for a mont before I poured water just enough to go above his nose. His eyes were fucking bloodshot as he sucked everything gulp by gulp, and even if he choked a few tis, he'd still take in everything as fast as he could.
He was so fucking focused on taking it in, he had no fucking idea how it would co out.
He forgot his fucking dick was beneath several pounds of cent and he could only move anything above his neck. I didn't even need to explain to him what would happen if sothing tried to co out of sothing that was fucking obstructed and his face never showed such panic.
"H-HEY! I-- I GOTTA PEE! I GOTTA-- WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! HEYYY~~~!!!"
It just got too noisy for my ears so I just decided to cover the drum with its plastic lid. Chris' muffled voice could still be heard if you were close but I was already looking for another tool that could potentially 'help' him. I just took my sweet ti and I picked sothing with a great color combination.
The guy wanted to pee so I got him a hand drill. I pressed on the button for it to whirr a few tis and I looked at him like I did a great deed.
"It's black! Fully charged too!"
It really was still fully charged but the look on his face was fucking priceless. He was trying to wiggle himself out but the skin of his neck was already fucking pink. It was already taking effect on his body and I could only imagine the situation beneath all of that. He was already screaming from pain but I was just looking at him with nonchalance.
"HEY! HEY! PLEASE! JUST CRACK IT OPEN! JUST CRACK IT OPEN! I REALLY GOTTA PISS BUT-- FUCK! IT HURTS NOW! IT HURTS! PLEASE! I GOTTA-- FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! JUST CRACK IT OPEN! JUST CRACK IT OPEN! DON'T FUCKING USE THAT DRILL! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!"
"Are you sure?"
"YES! FUCKING YES! WHAT IF YOU DRILL MY DICK-- ARGH! FUCK!"
Chris was still in mid-sentence when Mikhail swung the hamr side of his weapon on the side of the drum. It shook Chris' body all over but he was groaning in pain due to the impact. He also spat out a mouthful of blood and his face just told us he made the wrong decision. Once we try to crack it open, everything else would just transfer over to him unless we use sothing smaller.
"Do you want to get back on the drill?"
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