♥ Chapter 76♥

Alessio Vecchio.

22:00 ''Shed.

'' Still think you can challenge me, little brother? '' I ask, with disdain in my voice.

With a sudden movement, I remove the pear from his mouth, allowing him to let out a scream of intense pain. His eyes are full of tears, and his mouth is bleeding profusely.

'' Please, Alessio... '' He whimpers, his voice hoarse and broken. ''Stop, I beg you...

Ignoring his pleas, I go to the tool table and grab a "knee breaker," a medieval tool used to crush joints. I position it on his right knee and begin turning the screw, applying increasing pressure. The sound of bones breaking is accompanied by Salvatore's screams, which echo throughout the warehouse.

'' Where is your courage now, Salvatore? '' I ask, continuing to apply pressure until his knee becomes a mass of shattered flesh and bone.

The next tool I choose is a red-hot iron, heated until it turns red. I go back to Salvatore, who is almost passed out from the pain, and press the iron against his chest. The smell of burning flesh fills the air, and he lets out a shrill scream, writhing violently.

'' This is for what you did to her. '' I say coldly, with evident anger and contempt.

Setting the iron aside, I grab an iron gag, forcing it into her mouth and squeezing until her teeth sink into her already bruised lips. He tries to scream, but his voice is choked.

I decided on a ''thorn belt'', a metal belt with sharp spikes. I place it around her waist and begin to squeeze, making the ends penetrate her flesh. Salvatore screams in agony, his pleas are now reduced to incoherent moans.

'' I will teach you the true meaning of pain. '' I murmur, my cold voice echoing in his never-ending nightmare.

I continue tightening the belt until the ends pierce his flesh deeply, with blood flowing abundantly. Her screams weaken, and her resistance finally breaks.

With the spike belt removed, Salvatore is left hanging in a pitiful state, with his flesh torn and blood oozing out. Her screams faded to weak moans, and her resistance was clearly shattered.

I look at the tool table again, deciding which instrument to use next. My gaze stops at a particularly cruel medieval instrument: the “iron bite”. This tool consists of an iron frame with sharp teeth that can be adjusted to fit around a specific part of the body.

I take the device and return to Salvatore. I place the iron bite around her wrists, adjusting it carefully. Each adjustment causes the sharp teeth to penetrate further into the flesh. He moans, now in a desperate wail.

'' This is just a small sample of what awaits you. '' I whisper, voice as cold as ice.

I adjust the iron bite until it is firm, causing the blood to flow from the open wounds. Her moans intensify, but I'm still not satisfied. I approach a metal box full of needles and thorns. I grab some needles and, without hesitation, start sticking them under Salvatore's nails and between Salvatore's fingers. Each needle pierces the flesh with a sharp sound, and the pain he feels is evident in his reaction.

'' I want you to understand the meaning of pain, Salvatore. ''I continue, with a relentless tone. ''I want you to feel every moment, every second of agony.

Salvatore tries to squirm, but is trapped and unable to move. His screams become a continuous lament, a mixture of despair and suffering. Blood flows in abundance, and the environment is permeated with the metallic smell of open wounds.

I decide it's time to take the torture to a final level. I look at the tool table and pick up a bottle of flammable fuel. With cruel calm, I begin pouring the liquid over Salvatore's body. Fuel drips from his open wounds, mixing with the blood and creating an eerie contrast to the paleness of his skin.

'' Did you think you could escape your actions, Salvatore? ''My voice cuts through the silence like a cold blade. ''Today, you learned the true meaning of suffering.

After covering his body in fuel, I lit a lighter, the flame glowing ominously. Salvatore, already in a state of absolute terror, watches with wide eyes as the flame approaches.

When the flame touches his body, Salvatore lets out a shrill scream, a sound that seems to come from the depths of his soul. The fire spreads quickly, consuming his body in flames. The pain now becomes an unrelenting hell, and every second is an eternity of suffering.

Salvatore struggles violently, his screams becoming increasingly desperate as the fire burns more intensely. The smell of burning flesh and the sound of screams blend into a hellish scene, his agony becoming the ultimate expression of his pain.

The heat is unbearable, and the fire consumes your last reserves of resistance. His movements become weaker and weaker, and his screams of pain turn into an agonized, whispering wail. The intensity of the flames causes his body to twist grotesquely, reflecting the suffering reflected in each contortion.

Finally, with one last desperate scream, Salvatore surrenders, his body giving way to the fire. The flames still burn fiercely, but his movements cease, and his body is now a burning corpse.

The sight of Salvatore's body consumed by fire is a spectacle of cruelty and revenge, a clear message about the consequences for those who defy my justice. The fire continues to burn, a burning reminder of the torment he suffered.

As the fire completely consumes Salvatore's body, I watch with a cold, impassive gaze. His suffering is complete, the torture has reached its final climax, and the scene before me is a testament to the brutality and ruthlessness I represent.

As the flames devour Salvatore's body, I turn to Saulo, who is standing with an impassive expression. My voice comes out cold and sharp, a command that leaves no room for doubt.

'' Clean up this mess.

Saulo bows discreetly and, without saying a word, begins to clean up the chaos I left behind. With one last look at the basement, I step out of it, my footsteps echoing through the cold, shadowy structure.

The henchmen present in the warehouse watch me with a mix of respect and fear. When leaving, they quickly bow in a show of submission and reverence. The sound of their bowed heads and respectful whispers fills the space, a reflection of the absolute power I wield.

Dante, always attentive, hurries to open the car door for me. He holds it efficiently, befitting his serious posture. I get in the car, and as soon as the door closes behind me, the vehicle starts moving in the direction of home.

As the car speeds down the road, my mind revisits what just happened. Salvatore's torture was a viscerally satisfying experience. Every scream, every plea, the final breaking of the man who dared to defy me... was a confirmation that, in my world, justice knows no mercy. There is something deeply satisfying about eliminating an enemy so effectively and ruthlessly. Every moment of your agony is a reminder of who is in control.

***

When I finally get home, the place is quiet and peaceful. Night has fallen, and the house feels like a refuge from the chaos I left behind. I climb the stairs, each step bringing me closer to the peace I seek.

I enter the room and find my precious still asleep, her body lying peacefully on the bed. Furthermore, I look at the clock on the wall and notice that it is eleven o'clock at night. The scene of peace and calm contrasts sharply with what I experienced.

I head to the bathroom, where I begin to remove my blood-stained suit and gloves. I place them in the laundry basket, feeling some relief as I get rid of the bloody clothes. The water in the shower is warm and comforting. As I shower, my thoughts focus on the lightness I feel, more at peace after completing what I started. Salvatore's torture and death brought a sense of accomplishment, a confirmation that I had done what was necessary to protect what was mine.

After showering, I dry off and then return to the bedroom, where my queen is still sleeping peacefully. I lie down next to her, without any clothes on, and pull her close to me. She's warm and soft against my body.

I gently kiss her head and whisper, my voice filled with cold tenderness:

'' The bogeyman will never torment you again, my love.

Then I close my eyes, the feeling of being next to her bringing ultimate peace. The tiredness and satisfaction of a job well done envelop me, and soon I'm in a deep sleep, protected by the embrace of the woman I love, who is now safe from any threat.