Chapter 60

Following Dennis' line of sight behind me, I find Tyrone tied up and thrown on the floor behind me, but there was nothing there when I came in earlier.
"Honey, now he's at your disposal, you can torture him or kill him if you want." Dennis said to me with a smile, as if taking credit.
Tyrone was struggling on the floor like a squirming reptile, his mouth was gagged with rags and he was still wearing his pajamas, obviously freshly tied up.
I stare at him coldly, my mind on the gruesome state Cecil was in before he died. My heart burned with the flames of hatred, and countless times I fantasized about how I would torture this bastard and then brutally kill him.
But no matter which way he was tortured, there was no way to make him taste Cecil's pain.
Cecil had been killed by his favorite sister herself, and that feeling must have been painful and desperate.
What would it take to make Tyrone feel that pain? I can't think of anyone important to him even when I think about it.
Whether it was me or Katelyn or those kids he picked up, we were all just tools for him to use.
Tyrone had never loved anyone but himself, and a man like that had almost no weaknesses.
"Dennis, untie him, I'm going to fight him. But you have to suppress his hold on me, I want a fair duel." I said to Dennis.
Dennis laughed lightly, uncomfortable, "Isn't that a pain in the ass? His life is in your hands right now."
"No, it's not enough."
I shook my head and looked at Tyrone and said in a deep voice, "I'm going to use the tricks he taught me against him, I'm going to make him fear me and make him regret everything he's done to me."
"Ah, I see." Dennis said with realization, asking me with some excitement, "Cheryl, you like the process of capturing your prey too, don't you?"
"Explain it that way, I guess." I said impatiently.
"I enjoy the process as well, so it seems we share a common love after all. If your blood wasn't so delicious, perhaps I would consider keeping you as my Prince Consort." Dennis said looking at me.
I gave him a disgusted look and urged, "Hey, don't talk such nonsense and cut him loose!"
"Alright, we'll talk when you've finished with him." Dennis walked over towards Tyrone.
He pulled the rag out of Tyrone's mouth and smiled, "You seem to have something to say to me, Tyrone."
Sure enough, Tyrone tilted his head up eagerly and questioned Dennis, "Mr. Dennis, why are you doing this to me, I'm one of your loyal men!"
His eyes even glistened with tears, as if he was as pained by the betrayal of his faith.
I couldn't help but turn my head to the side, lest I turn my stomach if I looked any further. I can't believe I never realized before that Tyrone was such a hypocritical man.
I used to think of him as faith too, faith that I had no intentions but to guard.
But he betrayed me, used me, and hurt me mercilessly.
Even if he didn't really think of Dennis as faith, it would be nice to give him a taste of what it was like to be betrayed.
"No, no, no!" Dennis pressed a finger to his lips, "Tyrone, you're actually more ambitious than I am. And think you're so smart to even use me, do you really think I can't see that?"
"Your plan was too good to be true, using me to defeat Burris and gain Prince Howard's position. Then suck up Cheryl's power and come back for my position, am I right?" Dennis squeezed his jaw hard.
Obviously, Dennis had known about Tyrone's plot for a long time.
Perhaps only those who were similar inside could see each other's thoughts at a glance, and Tyrone was victimized by his own greed and foolishness.
Tyrone was full of panic and explained eagerly, "No, I definitely don't dare to think like that, you must have misunderstood me. If you are unsure, you can leave Prince Howard's position to me, and I am willing to be your slave forever."
I literally wanted to vomit a little, Tyrone's voice was more disgusting than a stale overnight meal.
"Well ......" Dennis mused and said regretfully to Tyrone, "I don't mind an extra slave, but my princess won't allow it, she's still waiting to duel you. "
"Hey, I said have you guys said enough?" I prodded impatiently.
Listening to them talk was torture for me.
"Look, Cheryl can't wait, so good luck with that!" Dennis slapped Tyrone twice on the head and turned away from him, and the ropes binding Tyrone fell apart.
All of a sudden, Tyrone and I were the only ones left in the hall, and it seemed like the fighting ring belonged to us.
Tyrone stared hard at me and got up from the ground, a teasing expression returning to his face.
He clearly doesn't have me in his sights, but I'll show him how ridiculous his ego is!
"That's right, Tyrone," Dennis' voice came over our heads again, his voice flat and threatening, "Don't hurt my Prince Consort or you'll have your ass handed to you!"
Tyrone's teasing expression froze on his face, his face turned ironic and his body trembled violently.
Dennis was warning him not to fight back, but if he did, he'd just have to stand and take the beating.
I couldn't help but grunt and laugh as I assumed an offensive stance, hooking a finger at him and provoking, "Tyrone, accept my challenge like a man or be a dog waiting to die. I won't go soft on you."
"Hmph!" Tyrone snorted with disdain, "Cheryl, I taught you all your fighting skills, you can't beat me at all."
"Just try and see!"
I clenched my fist and attacked Tyrone with lightning speed, he immediately dodged sideways and my fist just grazed his cheekbone.
There was a flash of surprise in his eyes, which turned back to mockery as the blow fell short.
Tyrone grabbed the small of my arm in a smooth motion and dragged it forward hard, trying to yank me down. I leaned forward with his strength, turning midway to close in on his chest and driving my elbow hard into the soft pit of his stomach.
Taking advantage of his painful removal of force, I wrenched my hand free and raised my elbow in the process to strike him in the jaw.
Tyrone got defensive this time and cocked his head to avoid the blow, while reaching around my waist.
I prepared to raise my knee and strike him in the stomach again. But he was so strong that I didn't have a chance to move as I was held back by his waist.
Tyrone was wrapped around me like a cowlick, and all I could do was bend over and attack his back, but that was about as good as scratching for him.
Tyrone pushed me against the back of the couch and with a sharp push, he toppled me onto the couch while he immediately pressed up and choked me.
With my hands in his grip and my feet unable to attack him, there was no way I could topple him over with just my body strength.
"How about that? I was right, wasn't I, Cheryl," Tyrone whispered as he leaned in close to me and he extended his slippery tongue to run over my ear.
I shivered as if I was being licked by a poisonous snake and fought to get up.
This is disgusting, this man is so disgusting!
Tyrone seemed so completely caught up in the excitement of overpowering me that I suspected he'd forgotten there were people here watching the fight, and Dennis hadn't made another sound for some reason.
But I couldn't just admit defeat, there had to be a way to fight back.
"I can't spare you, but they all say your blood is useful, and I want to try ......" Tyrone whispered, his eyes turning red and his fangs sticking out of the corners of his mouth.
He lifted his head slightly, making a pose to swoop down.
A light flashed in my head and I preceded him, biting down on his neck.
I closed my bite hard, as if I were going to bite a piece of flesh off of him.
Soon, blood wet my lips and my eyes turned bloodshot from the blood I had sucked in, and Tyrone's harsh screams came to my ears.
Tyrone completely let go of my hand and struggled up against my mouth as hard as a dying fish.
I was unwilling to end his life like that. So, I suppressed my desire to draw blood and let go of his neck.
Just as he got free, Tyrone dodged to the wall, his eyes glaring at me warily and sinisterly.
On top of that, there was a hint of fear in those eyes that couldn't be hidden.
I grunted and stared at him with the eyes of locked prey, licking the blood stain from the corner of my lip provocatively.