♥ Chapter 75♥

Alessio Vecchio.

20:30 ''Shed.

STRONG SCENES.

'' Lower it. ''I order Saul, my voice firm.

Salvatore tries not to show fear, but as soon as his feet touch the ground, the shards of glass embed themselves in his flesh. He bites his lip hard, holding back a cry of pain. He looks at me and laughs with a dry, sarcastic sound.

'' Do you think something like that will make me scream? I expected more from you. '' He spits out the words, trying to maintain his composure.

I ignore his courage and return to the tool table, grabbing a lighter. Salvatore tries to untie his hands from the ropes, a foolish act on his part. I slowly walk back to him, the lighter held tightly in my hand.

'' Your wife is very hot. The taste of her lips is wonderful. '' He provokes me again, in a desperate attempt to destabilize me.

I close my eyes, fighting to contain the anger that threatens to boil over. When I open them again, my decision is made. I grip Salvatore's jaw with extreme force, making him writhe in pain.

'' You talk a lot of shit. ''My voice is calm but filled with icy hatred. ''Was it those lips that touched my wife’s mouth?

I light the lighter and bring the flame to his lips. Salvatore begins to back away before the flame even touches him, his body writhing in a desperate effort to escape. When the flame finally touches his skin, he lets out a scream of unbearable pain. Your lips begin to burn, the flesh scorches, and the smell of burning skin fills the air.

He squirms violently, but I keep my grip firm, forcing him to feel every second of agony.

'' This is just the beginning, Salvatore. ''I whisper, my voice as cold as ice. ''Let's see how much you can take.

I turn off the lighter and throw it aside, grabbing an iron bar from the table. I go back to him, watching his hate-filled eyes.

'' Do you think you can break me? '' He tries to tease, his horribly burned lips, clearly trying hard not to give in.

'' Let's see how far your boldness goes, little brother.

I raise the iron bar and start hitting his legs, each blow breaking a few bones. He bites his burned lips so hard that the blood flows, all to keep from screaming— something that makes me laugh. The sound of bones breaking echoes through the warehouse.

'' It's really fascinating, little brother. I'm going to love breaking that pride of yours.

I walk back to the torture table, looking for the next instrument of torment. My eyes fall on an iron whip. I pick it up, feeling the weight and rough texture of the metal in my hands. I return to Salvatore, who begins to despair, but still tries hard not to show it.

Furthermore, I lift the whip and bring it hard against his back. At first, he bites his burned lips, but when I increase the force and the metal cuts deep into his flesh, he can no longer hold back his scream. The whip marks tear into his skin, leaving deep, bloody cuts.

He starts to break down, the pain is too much for him to bear. I stop beating for a moment, observing the sorry state of his back. I faced him and let out a cruel laugh.

'' Where is your pride? Weren't you acting brave just now? What kind of tears are these?

Salvatore, in a last act of defiance, spits on my chest. Without hesitation, I land a slap across his face so hard that a tooth flies out of his mouth, hitting the floor with a metallic sound.

I return to the torture table, grabbing a pair of pliers. I walk back to him, holding one of his feet firmly on the broken glass. Likewise, I start pulling out my toenails one by one. He moans softly, trying to control his voice, but each nail pulled out is a visible torment.

When I grab his big toe and break the nail, he lets out a loud scream of pain. I continue to cut off his toes, one by one, each deeper and more painful. Their screams fill the warehouse, echoing like a symphony of agony.

Finally, I stop and look at Salvatore's sorry state. He's broken, and his voice is hoarse from screaming.

I walk back to the tool table, my eyes finding the iron rod again. I pick it up with a firm hand and return to Salvatore, who begins to twitch, feeling terror take over his body.

'' You tried to abuse her. Now you will know what it feels like to be abused. '' I say coldly, my voice is a deadly whisper.

Salvatore's eyes widen, absolute terror written all over his face. He starts to babble, begging desperately.

'' No, don't do that, Alessio. Kill me, just kill me. '' His voice is trembling, full of despair.

Ignoring his pleas, I move behind him, gripping the iron staff with cruel determination. With a quick and merciless movement, I penetrate the rod into her anus. Salvatore lets out a shrill scream of pain, his body writhing in unbearable agony.

'' Please stop! '' He cries desperately, tears streaming down his face. ''Please, Alessio, stop!

But I press on, every movement is meticulous and relentless. Salvatore's screams and pleas echo through the warehouse, mixed with the sounds of his labored breathing and anguished sobs. I see the total breakdown of your resistance — the complete surrender to despair and pain.

I keep moving the bat inside him, and Salvatore's screams get louder and more desperate. He tries to pull away, but I push the bat even deeper, making him vomit in pain and despair. When I finally pull away, I leave the bat still inside him, observing the sorry state he is in.

I start to laugh, a cruel and satisfying sound that echoes through the warehouse.

'' Look at you, what a beautiful sight, little brother. '' I keep laughing, the sound is sharp and inhumane. ''Did you really think you were going to touch my queen and I wouldn't do anything? That I would give you a quick death? No, never.

I return to the torture table, now choosing a selection of tools that hark back to the cruelest methods of the Middle Ages. I pick up a thumb reamer, a cruelly simple tool designed to crush victims' fingers. Furthermore, I walk back to Salvatore, his eyes wide with terror as I hold the tool in front of him.

'' Let's have even more fun, little brother. '' I mutter, hooking your thumb onto the device and starting to squeeze slowly.

The bones in his thumb begin to crack with a horrible sound, and Salvatore screams, the pain clear in his voice. I keep squeezing until his thumb is completely crushed, and the flesh and bones have turned into an unrecognizable mass.

The next tool I select is a tooth-pulling tweezer. I hold Salvatore's head tightly as I begin to pull out his teeth, one by one. Each extraction is accompanied by screams of excruciating pain and blood pouring from his mouth in red cascades.

After pulling out several teeth, I leave Salvatore in his agonized state, his body shaking in pain.

'' You don't deserve mercy. '' I say coldly, my voice an icy whisper.

I return to the torture table, my eyes roaming over the tools. I chose a "pear of anguish," an ancient torture tool used to inflict extreme pain by being expanded into a body cavity. Furthermore, I walk back to Salvatore, who is already out of strength, but when he sees the tool in my hands, his eyes widen in terror.

'' No, no... '' He stammers, trying to pull away, but he's stuck.

'' This is just the beginning. '' I respond, placing the pear in his mouth. I begin to turn the screw slowly, expanding the tool. Her screams are muffled, but the agony in her eyes is clear. I keep turning, forcing his mouth open beyond its natural limit, cracking bones, and dislocating his jaw. Blood mixed with saliva runs down his mouth as he writhes in indescribable pain.

Leaving the pear in his mouth, I go to the table and grab a torture clamp, known as a "garrote." I place the cuff around his arm and begin to slowly tighten it. Salvatore screams, his voice choked by the pear in his mouth. I keep squeezing, the bones in his arm cracking and the flesh compressing under the pressure.