bChapter /b393

    KESTER.

    I watched with admiration as Non took over from me. We had to multitask so we could beat the time.

    So, while I take care of Nagel, he’d quickly carve a rough I TOUCHED WHAT’S NOT MINE on Kex’s back.

    I turned to the next offering.

    Now, it was Nagel’s turn.

    The muzzle stayed locked over his mouth. It was a tight silverttice that blistered his jaw and left angry welts across his cheeks.

    I crouched in front of him with my elbows restingzily on my knees, like I was just watching some dying animal twitch on the side of the road.

    “Comfortable?” I asked.

    He growled, and I tapped the top of his head. Let him keep that fire. I wanted to bsee /bit die slowly.

    “I’m sorry… for the bruises.”

    He looked

    up,

    confused.

    “The ones my men gave you. Sloppy of them. So unprofessional. I told them no physical harm. But they went against my instructions banyway/b. Fucking assholes. I smiled.

    “You know, inflicting physical injuries like this on you would truly have been perfect,” I whispered. “But then I realized something… doing that would humanize you. And you’re not human, are you, Nagel?”

    He red at me, realizing the game I was ying.

    ‘Old habits never die,” I said, with a smirk so dry it hurt. “Well, I want you to remember this, Nagel. I’m not here to punish a man. I’m here to dismantle ba /bdisease.‘

    “You’ve grown tougher over the years,” I murmured, cocking my head slightly, like I was genuinely impressed. “But that’s alright. Some men need longer to

    rot.”

    —-

    I stood and exhaled slowly. “I know what you’re thinking a hammer, a scapel, an axe, probably a cross and some nails for crucifixion. You’re expecting something cinematic. Bat to the ribs, de to the skin, maybe a few plucked fingernails, too, while nailing you to the crossb./bb” /b

    I leaned in close and whispered. “No. I’m not here to hurt you, my friend.”

    I stepped back and smiled, tilting my head toward the door, and a huge, metal cage made of steel bars, which were silverced, was rolled in by six hefty men. It was too small for a man to sit up in. Just wide enough for a body to curl in on itself.

    The moment he saw it, his jaw tightened.

    “You sold women like animals in cages.” I nodded toward the contraption. “So, I had that built for you. Pretty, isn’t it?”

    He tried to spit through the gag. Missed.

    Iughed. “No, no. Thatester. First, let’s talk about your future.b” /b

    I stood and slowly walked around the cage. The silver bars pulsed with heat – lined inside and out – just enough to sting every time he shifted.

    “You’vemitted a lot of transgressions, Nagel.” I paused. “And yet, you still have your arms and legs.b” /b

    I crouched again, my voice turning bsoft /bbut lethal, “I considered taking one of each. I still might.”

    His breathing turned ragged and heavy.

    “Tell me, Nagel. Does the cor bite?” I gestured to the raw skin beneath his chin. “Chales, doesn’t it? bGets /bworse when you sweat. Yor’ll be reading No AC down hereb./bb” /b

    I nodded to the small speaker above him.

    “It starts every three hours. Girls‘ voices. Their real ones. Unedited. You remember that warehouse, don’t you? You made them say things against their wi You forced them to beg for freedom… and filmed it.”

    I clicked a remote, and a choked, desperate, feminine voice filled the room.

    “Please… I’ll be good. Please don’t send me away…”

    I watched him absorb it with his jaw clenched tighter. Still the proud dog.

    “Don’t worry. That’s just the introduction.” I said, gesturing for the tab to be handed to me.

    I pulled it open, turning the screen toward Nagel, as I clicked on the “y” button on the screen.

    It was his mate, bound and blindfolded, being dragged across a dock into a rusted shipping container.

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