Broken By him.

Chapter-48

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Reyansh Pov:-

"Please! I beg you! Let us go". That bastard screamed in pain.

Yes, b***h. Scream! I smirked and looked at his face. I like the pain and fear. I fvcking enjoy that.

I turned and grabbed a nail and hammer from the wooden table placed in the cellar. This would do!

I walked over to him and where he was tied to a wooden chair. Walking over to his right hand, I placed the nail onto his wrist.

He was crying and the b***h. tied next to him was screaming like a banshee, damaging my eardrums.

"Please, I beg you!" Ignoring his cries, I raised the hammer high and, in one swift motion, bringing it down as hard as I could, driving that nail into his wrist.

I made sure not to damage any veins or arteries. Don't want to end this bastard yet!

"Aaahhh!" He howled out in pain. Blood spurted out, spattering on the concrete floor beneath him. His painful scream was echoing through the room, which felt like music to my ears.

I went back to the wooden table, placing the hammer back there, I searched for something exciting and fun.

A smirk appeared on my face when my hands landed on the nail clippers.

This will be exciting!

I picked up the nail clippers in my hand and walked toward them. "Please...." That bastard Vinod Joshi mumbled feebly and I rolled my eyes at that dramatic p***y.

I haven't even done anything yet! And he is spoiling my fun.

"Pl..please spare him...I .. I beg you!" That b***h, Kamya Sharma, begged me. Oh, now it's getting fun.

"Ok..I will spare him." I smirked evilly. What does this b***h think? She would beg me and I would leave them. Never!

She also begged him like this b***h is begging you Reyansh. But did he show any mercy? You and your brother also begged them but they kicked you and your brother hard. They threw your brother like garbage. They don't deserve mercy, Reyansh!

And I will not! My conscience will never let me forget that. Not that I want to. I will make them pay with their blood. Slowly and painfully.

"But you need to entertain me on his behalf " I stated, as a matter of fact. Well, it was a fact!

Her eyes widened in pure horror, and I enjoyed that horror in her disgusting eyes.

Her eyes! My mind drifted off to those emerald orbs. Those are the most beautiful pair of eyes in the world.

Without any further delay, I started pulling her finger nails one by one. Blood spilled out from them, soiling my clothes with their disgusting blood.

"Aaahh! " She screamed, probably destroying her own vocal cords for good. But her screams irritated my sense of hearing so much that I wanted to pull her tongue off her throat instead of nails.

I pulled one last nail off her pinky and stepped back. Standing proudly, I inspected my hard work on their body.

Their already disgusting body looked more disgusting with blood oozing out of them from every part of the body.

I scoffed, looking at their pathetic selves already passed out from mere pain.

I placed the nail clipper back on the table and picked a towel from there. Wiping my blood stained hands on the white towel, I walked out of the cellar. "Clean the mess and don't let them die", I ordered the guard standing outside the cellar.

"Yes, Master" Bowing down, he went to his work.

Walking out of the cell, I went to my study and into the bathroom to get their hideous blood off my body. I know I said to Adhira that I would leave her family out of this if she would behave. But how could I ? This is only about them at first place. She is just dragged in this revenge. A chess piece. A pawn!

When bulls fight, it is the grass that gets trampled. She is that grass among those bulls.

Then why are you dragging her? A voice in my heart questioned me.

Shutting him off, I got out of the shower and changed into a new pair of slacks and a white shirt. Walking over to my desk, I glanced at the clock showing 6 in the evening.

I started reading some files and signing them. I was planning to shift my headquarters to Italy after all this ends. After ending that motherfucker Vinod Joshi. If I wanted, I could end him with just a snap of fingers, but then there would be no fun. I want them to suffer as we did.

My phone buzzed indicating a call coming through. Picking up the phone, "Hello.." I answered it.

"Master, Jacob postponed his meeting with that company from tomorrow to the day after it. " I could feel my blood boil. That bastard was just trying to delay his death. And with each passing day, I will make it more painful for him.

" Let him live his life until the day after tomorrow. " The hidden meaning behind my words didn't go unnoticed by him. Not waiting for his response, I hung up the phone right after.

I sighed and closed the papers, noticing it was almost dinner time. I felt the change in my heart beat with the thought of the dinner. Though I had all the maids return to the mansion, I still ordered Adhira to cook all the meals. I know I was getting soft on her but I can't help that. Her eyes do something to me.

She cooks amazing food. The food cooked by her has that homely feel that all the five-star chefs across the world fail to add.

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