Chapter 156


    Heckter found himself tightly bound to a pole, his cries echoing through the air. This slow and


    agonizing torture far exceeded the prospect of a swift and painless death. Yet, both Brett and


    Heckter derived a sick pleasure from inflicting suffering upon others.


    A knife, now glowing red-hot, seared his flesh, leaving behind brutal burn marks.


    The de''s tip mercilessly sliced away the charred remains.


    "I have erred, President Windham. I implore you to show mercy and spare me this time," Heckter


    pleaded desperately.


    "Did you extend such mercy to Izabe when she pleaded for her life?" In truth, Izabe never


    begged for mercy, but even if she had, Heckter would not have granted it to her back then.


    "Take off his pants."


    The henchman doing the torturing didn''t hesitate, dropping the knife to remove Heckter''s pants.


    Heckter pissed himself from fear, and when they took off his pants, the smell of pee filled the air.


    The man holding the pants frowned in disgust.


    Heckter didn''t know what Brett was nning to do, but since his pants were off, he could only


    imagine terrible things. With a cold breeze down there and a fearful heart, his fear reached its peak,


    his head went numb, his ears buzzed, and his legs trembled uncontrobly.


    Heckter''s face turned pale, his lips trembling as he mustered the courage to speak. "President


    Windham, what... what are you doing?"


    Brett''s gaze remained calm and collected as he replied, a hint of crueltycing his words. "Since


    you have no control over your own actions, it''s better to remove that part of you." He lounged back,


    observing the scene with detached interest, his words like sharp knives that pierced through


    Heckter''s core. The torment was unbearable, leaving Heckter on the verge of wetting himself once


    again, if he hadn''t already.


    "President Windham, please, I beg you!" Heckter pleaded, desperation evident in his voice. "It''s true


    that I had an encounter with your woman, but she willingly participated. Moreover, I didn''t harm her


    in any way."


    He was previously beaten to the point of having a speech impediment, but fearpletely cleared it


    up. Heckter was sniveling through tears.


    Heckter''s thoughts raced, trying to rationalize the situation. Yes, he hadmitted sins, but the


    severity of the punishment felt disproportionate. True, there were instances where he had resorted


    to violence against Izabe, but the wounds on her wrists were self-inflicted. Let''s not forget that


    she had even stabbed him in the shoulder. Their rtionship was marked by cruelty on both sides,


    but Brett... Brett was on another level entirely. He was inhumane, wanting to castrate Heckter as a


    punishment.


    Brett remained silent, his expression growing increasingly somber. His fingers tapped incessantly


    on the armrest, a telltale sign of the internal turmoil he was experiencing.


    "You said Izabe went willingly?"


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    "Yes, she did."


    The dim lighting cast a hazy shadow over Brett''s face, making it difficult for Heckter, tears welling up


    in his eyes, to discern his features clearly. However, he could sense the piercing and intimidating


    gaze fixed upon him.


    Trembling, Heckter stammered, "If President Windham doubts me, you can ask my subordinate. He


    possesses the agreement that Izabe signed."


    Brett let out a cold snort.


    The man tormenting Heckter nced back at Brett, who gestured with a wave of his hand. In


    response, the man reluctantly lowered the knife, prompting Heckter to breathe a sigh of relief.


    Brett ordered, "Call him and ask him to bring the agreement over."


    Not daring to disobey, Heckter quickly recited a string of numbers. One of Brett''s henchmen dialed


    the number, and soon after, following Brett''s instructions, someone brought the agreement Izabe


    had signed.


    After waiting for nearly half an hour, the agreement finally arrived. It was handed to Brett


    respectfully.


    This was the original document, and Brett could tell that the handwriting was indeed Izabe''s, with


    her handprint on it as well.


    He quickly nced through the content, and with each line he read, his grip on the paper tightened.


    How could Izabe sign such an agreement to sell herself?! To help Lucas pay off the ten million,


    she agreed to sleep with Heckter for one night!


    Heckter saw the agreement and gave a sigh of relief. He wasn''t sure how useful this document


    would be, but looking at Brett''s expression, it seemed he believed it.


    All Heckter wanted now was to save his life and the manhood he feared losing.


    Brett didn''t say anything, his expression dark and ominous as he clenched the agreement tightly in


    his hand.


    He kept reading the few lines of content over and over again, with his anger growing each time.


    Izabe, Izabe, Izabe! This name was etched like a brand into his heart with every repetition.


    "President Windham, since Izabe went willingly, it has nothing to do with me. Can you let me go?


    I promise never to appear in front of you again."


    Brett lifted his head, his somber eyes sending a chilling wave through the hearts of onlookers. "You


    can never appear only if you’re dead," he dered.


    "President Windham, I''ve made a terrible mess, and I''m deeply sorry. Please spare me." Heckter


    had no inkling of whaty ahead, but fear began consuming him, bit by bit. His mind went nk,


    rendering him unable to think clearly. All he could do was offer repeated apologies.


    Yet, could a mere apology absolve him of his transgressions? What about the injuries inflicted upon


    Izabe''s body?


    Heckter''s crying made people feel sick. Thinking of the painful experience Izabe had in his hands,


    Brett tore up the agreement and threw it on the ground, ordering his henchman, "Cover his head."


    Fear reaches its peak when shrouded in the unknown. With his vision obstructed and immersed in


    darkness, Heckter''s fear intensified.


    He continued pleading incessantly until eventually sumbing to the overwhelming sensations,


    losing consciousness. Blood trickled onto the floor, creating winding trails, while the air grew heavy


    with the scent of iron.


    "President Windham, should we revive him?"


    It would prove challenging for Heckter to awaken from this ordeal. Brett shook his head. "ce him


    in a bag and discard him in an alley."


    A fate worse than death was being alive wishing to be dead. He wanted Heckter to live, painfully,


    witnessing everything he owned disappearing bit by bit. That was the consequence of hurting


    Izabe.


    "Clean this ce up." Brett stood up and walked out, stepping over the torn pieces of paper.