♥ Chapter 41♥

Alessio Vecchio.

The look of terror in the son of a bitch's eyes is something that pleases my soul.

The two of them put the big bucket in front of the son of a bitch, and Saulo seems to understand what I'm thinking because he quickly goes to the lever and lowers the bastard even further, who almost falls to the ground. The only reason he doesn't fall is that I grab his hair and shove his face into the bucket, drowning him mercilessly. His eyes widen in despair as he struggles frantically for air, but there is no mercy in my heart. I watch his suffering with a perverse mixture of pleasure and satisfaction, and every bubble of air that escapes his lips is a small victory for me.


I pull him back up, making him cough desperately, searching for air.

''P-Please...'' He tries to plead, but his voice is interrupted when I shove his head back into the bucket, stifling his protests.

His back is still bleeding, and with my other hand, I deliver a powerful slap that echoes around the room, making him scream in the water. It's so much fun to watch him suffer, so I keep hitting him hard on the back, making the blood gush out even more. Each blow is a punishment for what he has done, a small portion of the torment he deserves.

"You can pull him up again, Saulo." So he did, lifting him into the air again.

He coughed desperately, his chest rising and falling at a frantic pace. His body is in tatters, blood is dripping, his feet and knees are broken, and his back is a real horror. But there's still something I need to do. I look at Dante, who quickly understands my gaze. Once again, I walk over to the tool table and pick up a baseball bat.

'' Stop... No! '' The bastard's words are interrupted when Dante rips off his underpants. His look of terror as he sees me approaching fills me with sadistic pleasure.

''Since you were having fun masturbating to my queen's picture, I'm going to teach you something much better.'' I grin macabre, watching him despair even more.

'' No! Stay away! '' His desperation only increases my desire to torture him.

Saulo and Dante quickly hold him down, keeping him still.

'' No! No! '' He begs as he falls back.

'' At least his blood will be good for something. '' With determination, I put the thickest part of the stick into his anus, and, without any mercy, I push with all my strength.

'' AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH TAKE IT OUT. GET IT OUT. "His cries of pain are deafening, mixed with desperate tears.

He urinates all over himself, but I have no mercy. I pull the stick out, covered in blood, and shove it back in even harder.

'' AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. '' He vomits, soiling himself even more. The sound of his suffering only fuels my sadistic pleasure.

Leaving the stick embedded in his anus, I return to him with the spray and lighter in hand. Without hesitation, I light the lighter right on his cock, burning the sensitive flesh.

'' AHHHHHHH.... '' His screams are already beginning to subside, his voice weakened by the extreme suffering. But I can still hear the sound of agony in his moans, and that only increases my satisfaction.

He no longer has the strength to fight or to scream. His resistance is broken, and I revel in it, laughing sadistically at his impotent despair. His suffering is my reward, and I couldn't be more pleased.

I see his cock all burned up, a sight that fills me with rage when I remember that this son of a bitch masturbated looking at pictures of my queen. Without mercy, I kick him hard in the groin, making him moan in pain. He starts to cry, his body so weak and debilitated. I know he's dying.

A cruel smile forms on my lips as I contemplate his suffering. His agony is a wonderful sight-sweet revenge and justice. He deserves every moment of pain and every drop of suffering. And I will make sure that he feels every second of it until his last breath.

I go once more to the tool table and take out a bottle of acid, pouring all the liquid into the bucket of water.

'' Let's go to the last stage. '' I signal to Saulo, who lifts the bastard up again.

He and Dante carefully pick up the bucket and place it under Thiago. Saulo walks back to the lever and looks at me, waiting for my order. With a big smile, I nodded at him. He quickly lowers the son of a bitch into the bucket full of acid.

'' AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. '' His screams echo in despair as the acidic liquid begins to burn his body, a just punishment for his atrocities.

Dante brings me a huge machete, and I watch the bastard still writhing in pain. Without hesitation, I drive the machete into his neck, severing his head in a single blow.

'' Ah, I'm satisfied. '' I say, stretching my body in a gesture of relaxation, as I watch the rest of the son of a bitch's body being consumed by acid, a scene that brings perverse pleasure to my vengeful heart.

I turn to the two of them, staring at them with a cold, determined gaze.

''Clean up this mess until there's no trace of it left,'' I order, my voice sounding like thunder in the silence of the basement. With a nod, I leave the macabre environment.

I walk down the dark corridor, my clothes splattered with blood, each stain a vivid reminder of what I've just done. The metallic smell of blood permeates the air, penetrating my nostrils and flooding my senses.

As I emerge from the basement, I notice that all my henchmen look away, bowing their heads in a gesture of respect and awe. Fear is evident in their gazes, a silent confirmation that my authority is unquestionable. This satisfies me deeply, because I know that those who dare to betray me will meet the same cruel fate I just inflicted on the wretch down there. Loyalty is the only currency in my empire, and those who defy it soon discover that there is no mercy for traitors.

As I approach the car, I find Cezar waiting patiently.

''I'll take you home, my lord,'' he murmurs, keeping his gaze fixed straight ahead. Without saying a word, I nod briefly and get into the vehicle.

The drive home was silent, with only the gentle rumble of the engine breaking the stillness of the early morning. When I left the house, it was already dark, but now I can see that dawn is fast approaching. The sky is beginning to tint itself orange and gold, heralding the start of a new day.

As Cezar drives through the still-sleepy streets of the city, my mind wanders in thought. How much time have I spent with my queen? She must be asleep in our bed, her body exhausted after our intense activities. I will take care of her when we get home, protect her and pamper her as she deserves. She is my precious, and I will do anything to ensure her well-being and happiness.

As the drive was uneventful, we soon arrived at my mansion, and the gates opened before us. Lim opens the door for me and bows his head in respect. Without exchanging a word, I pass him and enter the house, the silence of the early morning enveloping me as I walk slowly towards my room.

As I enter the room, I am greeted by the serene sight of my beautiful queen still asleep, her soft breathing filling the room. I approach her with cautious steps, gazing at her peaceful beauty as she rests.

I walk towards the bathroom, feeling the weight of the day upon me. Furthermore, I take off my blood-stained suit and throw it in the laundry basket, leaving behind the memories of the torture I've just inflicted. I step under the shower, allowing the hot water to run over my body, taking with it the traces of the dark past. The blood mixes with the water, forming a red swirl that disappears down the drain, taking with it the memories of what happened.

I lather my body meticulously, each movement aimed at completely removing the smell of blood that permeates my skin. As soon as I've finished showering, I turn off the shower and wrap a towel around my waist, the water running down in small streams as I leave the bathroom.

I go into the closet, selecting clean underwear and sliding it over my skin. With the towel, I dry my hair and throw it carelessly on the armchair in the corner of the room.

I climb into bed, lying down next to my queen. Gently, I pull her body close to mine, feeling the comforting warmth of her presence.

''Alessio...'' Her voice murmurs sleepily.

''I'm here, my queen. Go to sleep. '' I whisper in reply, placing a soft kiss on her forehead before covering us. She nestles into my arms, quickly returning to a peaceful sleep. Her embrace is my refuge, and at that moment, everything seems at peace.

I close my eyes, allowing myself to relax completely, knowing that my revenge has been carried out effectively and ruthlessly.