----
A bucket of ice-cold water sshed over Janice, and she
jolted awake with a gasp, her eyes wide with terror.
"How dare youtorture me! I’ll report
you to the authorities. The Locke
family weg tlet this stand,” Janice ~
shrieked@l want to see Mr. S
Charriagton. You can’t do this tome.
If I diein this ce, my soul will
never rest—’lle for you"
----
Nathan took a drag and tossed the cigarette. He chuckled
and said, "Even the Locke family you rely on needs to
make an appointment to see Mr. Charrington. Who the hell
do you think you are?
"Do you know how many people have died in this
basement? Each one cursed us with their dying breaths.
Their curses didn’t save them. Neither will yours."
“Since you’re so fond of cursing, let’s see how tough you
are." Nathan’s voice was unnervingly cold. "Chop off her
limbs and toss them in the grinder."
"No, please! Don’t—" Janice cried out.
----
The mercenary stepped forward
with a gleaming de in hand and’
severed one of her hands in oné>
rate Blood sprayed atross
the floor as Janice’s gut-wrefiching
scteam filled the room.
----
Janice looked at her severed hand and pleaded
hysterically, "Please don’t throw it in!" She shouldn’t have
let her arrogance get the better of her.
The mercenary picked up the severed hand and, with great
precision, tossed it into the meat grinder. In an instant, the
hand was devoured by the machine.
Janice watched in horror as everything unfolded before her
eyes—they were serious.
Heavy with the lingering scent of iron, the basement now
reeked of fresh blood.
Appalled by the barbaric scene before her, Fiona was
struck with such terror that she lost control of her bowels.
Her eyes bulged as she thought, ‘They’re devils, demons!’
"Continue," Nathan said chillingly.
One by one, Janice’s remaining limbs were hacked off and
thrown into the grinder. Each time she passed out from the
pain, a ssh of cold water dragged her back to
consciousness.
----
She was reduced to a trembling shell of a human being,
her mind teetering on the edge of madness.
“Why don’t you just kill me," Janice uttered. She was in
such agony that she wished she could just die.
“Death is an easy way out here in the Nathor Pce,”
Nathan said with a cruel smile. "Perhaps you’ll reconsider
when you think of your daughter abroad."
Tears streamed down Janice’s face as she begged,
“Please don’t hurt my daughter. Do whatever you want with
me. Don’t hurt her."
Nathan sneered. "You care about someone too? Then why
did you insult the person Mr. Charrington cares about?
Don’t you think you deserve to die?”
“Ten cuts. Just keep her alive," Nathan instructed the
mercenary beside him.
----
The mercefary carried out the order,
taking outhis knife and stabbingat
into herflesh without striking vital
porfoce stab brought a frésh
waye of agony, soaking her évening
gawn with blood.
----
Nathan turned his attention to Fiona with a sinister glint in
his eyes. "Now, it’s your turn."
Petrified, Fiona copsed to her knees, unable to speak.
“Mrs. Lindstrom, you’re in deeper trouble than Mrs. Marker,
and your punishment will be far more severe. I’m honestly
worried you might not survive it," Nathan said with a
chuckle.
Fiona’s face turned ashen, feeling the repercussions of
provoking David. "M-My sister is David’s stepmother. If you
hurt me, you won’t get away with it."
Her words seemed to freeze the air.
"You shouldn’t have said that," Nathan replied in an
unfeeling voice. "Now, I’ll ensure you receive the
punishment you truly deserve."