Chapter 894 Trevor Confesses
Trevor was hit with a wave of fear like never before.
His body started shaking like a leaf. "Don't think I'm scared of you. If you're gonna kill me, just do it. Be a man and make it quick."
His voice had a tremor he didn't even notice.
Martin smirked, "Trying to get under my skin? You had the guts to kill my son. Even if I can't figure out who put you up to it, you're not getting away! I wanna see you die right in front of me."
He stepped back, found a chair, sat down, and waved his hand, "Get started!"
The bodyguard got the signal, squatted down with a military knife, and in one swift move, sliced a chunk of flesh off Trevor's arm.
The pain was like a lightning bolt through his body.
Trevor thought having his tendons cut was bad, but this was a whole new level of agony.
It hurt so bad he didn't even dare to breathe. Every tiny breath made him break out in a cold sweat.
And that was just the first cut. He couldn't even imagine the pain of the second one.
Thinking about getting sliced up piece by piece, Trevor gritted his teeth and stuck out his tongue, ready to bite it off and end it all.
Seemed like the best way out of this nightmare.
But Martin saw it coming and spoke up first, "Go ahead, bite it! You really think biting your tongue will kill you?"
Trevor froze.
Martin spread his fingers, admiring his nails, and said slowly, "You think this is some kind of novel? You really believe you can off yourself by biting your tongue?"
His words dripped with sarcasm, "Even if you bite it clean off, you won't die. You can only reach about a third of your tongue with your teeth. That part's just got capillaries and a few small arteries and veins. The main arteries are deep in your throat, where your teeth can't reach. Even if you lose a lot of blood, you'd need to lose over 3.17 pints to be in real danger. Biting your tongue won't get you there. Your body's clotting mechanism will stop the bleeding way before that. So, trying to bleed out by biting your tongue? Impossible. The pain will just make your nerves go haywire, making it hard to even pass out, let alone die. So, you'd just end up with a severed tongue, still alive."
Trevor was stunned.
Maximilian was stunned too.
How could Martin talk about this stuff so casually?
It blew his mind.
Maximilian looked at Martin with newfound respect.
Seeing Trevor stop his attempt, Martin waved his hand, "Keep going! If he passes out from the pain, dump a bucket of salt water on him to wake him up."
Trevor stayed silent.
Was Martin really just a businessman?
These methods were more brutal than anything his organization used.
Martin was a devil, not a company boss.
Even the cops wouldn't dare to interrogate someone like this!
As he gritted his teeth in anger, the bodyguard made another cut.
This time, he sliced a big chunk of flesh from Trevor's thigh.
Blood gushed from the wound.
The dark, damp basement was instantly filled with the smell of blood.
The veins on Trevor's forehead bulged from the pain.
He tried to hold back, not wanting to make a sound.
He told himself that as a man, this pain was nothing.
But it hurt so damn much!
Even though he was only cut in four places, it felt like his whole body was covered in wounds. The pain was unbearable.
Maximilian looked at the chunks of flesh on the floor and felt his stomach do a flip. He almost lost it right there.
Martin didn't call for a stop, so the bodyguard kept going. Another slice, another chunk of flesh.
Trevor's eyes rolled back from the pain. He wanted to die but couldn't.
Just as the bodyguard was about to make the fourth cut, Martin stopped him.
Trevor thought maybe, just maybe, Martin was showing some mercy. But then he heard Martin say, "You're cutting too fast. That's too easy on him. Slow it down, like you're slicing meat. Follow the muscle fibers and cut slowly. That way, it'll hurt twice as much."
Trevor was floored.
He swore Martin was the craziest, most vicious, and most ruthless person he'd ever met.
No one else even came close.
Maximilian couldn't handle it anymore. He ran to the side and puked.
Martin knew Maximilian wasn't used to this kind of scene, so he said, "You go out first. I'll take care of this."
If it were just a normal interrogation, Maximilian might have stayed.
But this was no ordinary interrogation. It was a bloodbath.
If he stayed any longer, he feared he'd crack before Trevor did.
Maximilian said, "Alright, I'll get some fresh air. I'll be right outside. Call me if you need anything."
Martin said, "You should go back and rest. He can't escape in this condition."
Maximilian glanced at Trevor, lying in a pool of his own blood, and felt Martin made a lot of sense. So he said, "Alright, I'll head back. You continue."
With that, Maximilian covered his nose and left. The smell of blood was worse than mold and dampness.
The bodyguard had a stronger stomach than Maximilian. After getting Martin's order, he squatted down, cut Trevor's clothes open, and followed Martin's instructions, slicing off a piece of flesh slowly, very slowly.
Trevor could feel every cut, every slice.
He could even feel the muscle fibers tearing.
Pain. Unimaginable pain. Worse than death.
Trevor begged, "Please, kill me. Give me a quick death, please."
Stubborn until now, he finally broke and begged for mercy, gasping for breath.
Since he didn't spill the beans, Martin acted like he didn't hear him, standing silently to the side.
Without Martin's order to stop, the bodyguard kept going.
After the fourth piece of flesh, he started on the fifth.
In the confined space, the smell of blood grew stronger.
Mixed with the damp, moldy smell, it was nauseating.
Even the bodyguard was struggling, but Martin stood there, calm as ever, watching Trevor get tortured.
When the fifth cut was halfway through, Trevor finally cracked.
"Stop cutting, I'll talk, I'll talk."
The pain was too much, worse than death.
Martin wasn't gonna kill him directly.
Thinking about the many more cuts to come, he trembled with fear.
Martin squatted down, expressionless, and said, "You should've talked earlier. Why waste our time? You almost killed my son. Not killing you is already a huge mercy."
Trevor stayed silent but thought, 'Should I thank you? Thank you for your great mercy.'
Martin impatiently said, "Hurry up and tell me, who ordered you to kill my son? Why did they do it?"
Thinking about how Charles almost died at their hands, he gritted his teeth in hatred.
He was determined to make the mastermind pay.
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