CHAPTER 331: LET ME HEAR YOUR SCREAMS.

Once again, the silence followed as Linda said it in a way that was serious, that was certain, and with it came the understanding that Benjamin, the whole person, is the same as James... he’s just playing every single day.

Though they knew it, it didn’t come as a big shock. It came as if they already knew he was playing too much, joking too much, and behaving like truly someone younger, speaking the slangs and so on... they knew that was a shield for him, just an act, and now with Linda’s words, it all became true. Though thinking that he is worse than both of them, and plus James and Hector and Ferucci, now that was on a whole other different level.

Because they are in their own league, but now that Linda said it, it meant that Benjamin is just in a whole different league that is topping everybody.

"What has he done?" Thomas asked, as he couldn’t hold it in.

"Bad things." Linda simply said as she finally sat back down. "But today is not about Benjamin, but the operation, and I don’t want to fuck up, so keep your eyes on the screen." She said as she snapped back to her minister attitude and that was strange too... like if talking about the past of Benjamin was worse than everything else...

Though only she and the President knew about that past and how terrifying it was... but in the present, there are clearly more insane people working out there... namely Hector and Ramirez... and of course Kilian, who was, well... having too much fun, to say the least.

He didn’t knock out Xavier, nor did he drug him. The only thing he did was dress Xavier down to be naked.

Kilian was calm. There was no anger left inside him, no frustration, no fire of hate...

Nah, he didn’t need rage anymore, because his prey was already in front of him, how nice was that.

Xavier was trying to speak, choking on his own breath, tears streaming down his face. He begged for his life over and over again, like if something was going to happen, like if Kilian was going to hear his begs, but no, oh no.

Kilian enjoyed it,the sound of it, the weakness in every word, the way fear turned his voice into something small and fragile. He loved how Xavier’s voice broke, how it turned into sobs, how his body trembled.

The tears, the panic, the desperate gasps all of it fed something deep inside Kilian that no one could ever understand.

And what happened next was exactly what Xavier heard stories about, as Kilian calmly set his phone down on a stand and was ready to record all of it... record how he plays and record what Hector had ordered him to do.

He surprisingly, slowly, and deliberately took off his jacket and folded it neatly on a nearby table. Then he slipped into a butcher’s apron, tying it tightly around his waist, and all of it was already part of his play... to push that psychological terror into Xavier’s head, and it worked.

He just became more fragile, his voice more hoarse, begging and shouting as he saw the old leather apron darkened with bloodstains all over it. But the moment he knew he had failed was when Kilian pulled a black ski mask over his face, followed by the chain gloves, once again, the ones that butchers use.

And for the last thing he did before jumping into the fun was look to the right, where there was a broken mirror on the warehouse wall... and as he looked at it... the reflection staring back was no longer human.

The long messy hair, the bags under his eyes, the skin just cut full with scars, his eyes that had lost humanity long ago, and his whole sour soul surrounded not by something dark, but terrifying on its own... and then he began.

"I can’t touch your face, boy..." he whispered, his voice full of excitement as he ran his gloved fingers along Xavier’s jawline. "But I can touch everything else."

A creepy smile formed beneath the mask, stretching wide enough for his unnaturally white teeth to show... just like Ferucci’s.

And then came the first sound. The first step into what Kilian liked to call "the play."

He crouched in front of Xavier, pliers in hand. Without warning, without giving the boy a second to prepare, he clamped down on one of Xavier’s toenails and pulled. The sound of it was just incredibly terrifying and painful, just like Xavier’s screams that followed it.

But it wasn’t over, nah, Kilian pulled again and again and again... he pulled without stopping, he pulled until he heard the right scream, the scream that came from deep down from the soul.

But no... it wasn’t those screams.

Xavier’s screams were not cause for excitement, those were weak screams that were not fun. His body jerked, his veins popped out, his head turned red from the pain, but the screams weren’t right.

He wanted more. He wanted to taste that scream.

"Let me hear it, Xavier." he whispered and he did it...

He switched to the scalpel and... cut it open... he cut Xavier’s ballsack open.

And with that, the screams began again... but those screams were the ones that Kilian exactly wanted to taste, to feel, to experience... the deep soul-shattering screams.

Sometimes, Hell isn’t a place beneath the earth. Sometimes, Hell is a room, a chair, and a man who enjoys the sound of your pain.

That’s when you learn what real fear feels like. Not monsters or death, just a man who smiles when you scream... a man who was trained and accepted by none other than Ferucci.

Kilian is a man who pledged his life to the family, a man who devoted his life to a person who understood him... and that person is now in a coma.

That’s when you truly experience fear when someone like him lays his hand on you.