Michel felt his bones crunch under the force of the punch. It was so loud it vibrated through his ears.

He heard the screams of Mr. Aiden, but it only added to his anger. It just motivates him more.


Grabbing his hair, Michel patted his face over and over again.

Six hours.

Six hours since the damn bastard was caught and mercilessly tortured at their hands. But Michel's bloodlust was still not satisfied.


The rage he felt was still boiling inside, threatening to break him.

Michel isn't done yet. He's not even nearly done yet. In fact, he's just getting started. He will make Mr. Aiden bleeds.


Mr. Aiden will pay the price in the most terrible way. Pushing his head back, he felt it hit the back of the chair.

Michel let go of his hand and hugged Mr. Aiden, head bowed forward. He groaned in pain, blood dripping all over his body.

Twisting his fingers in his hair, he jerked his head back until he looked at Michel. His eyes were so swollen that he could barely keep them open.

There was a long cut on his forehead. It was deep, the skin peeled back until he could see his bones.

Taking out a knife, Michel pressed the handle into the deep cut. Mr. Aiden thumped as Michel twisted the handle into the wound.

He shouted, but his voice almost disappeared after hours of screaming. He could only sob in pain, his voice sounding like that of a little girl.

When Michel saw that Mr. Aiden is bleeding so much, he stepped back. Carlos stepped forward and pushed the towel into the cut, stopping the bleeding.

No, Michel couldn't let him bleed to death. Michel still needs him alive.

"How do you feel?" Michel mocked him, pouring his hatred into his words. "Feels good, doesn't it? It's refreshing to be on the other end, isn't it?"

Mr. Aiden coughed, stepping forward heavily.

Michel pushed him back, holding his knife to his chest to pull it through.

Mr. Aiden shivered in pain, eyes widening at the back of his neck. He was about to pass out but Carlos' palm touched his face in a hard slap.

"Damn it, don't faint. I'll cut off your genitals if you do."

Mr. Aiden's eyes widened, as he looked at Carlos with pure distaste. Michel laughed at his audacity.

Mr. Aiden could barely open his eyes, yet here he was, thinking he had a chance. There were several cuts on his chest and body.

But right now, Michel had other plans. He let the blade go up to his shoulder, leaving a cold trail. Then down to his right arm.

Mr. Aiden stood still as Michel's knife began to press harder and harder against his skin. When he reached the back of his hand, he stopped.

All the while, the Black Roses leader's eyes met his, glad to see the fear in them.

"Don't... don't..." Mr. Aiden begged.

"Is that how Fanny begs you? She begs you to stop, isn't she?" Michel growled, his other hand holding his throat.

He pressed against his windpipe, feeling his breath rush under his fingers. When the face of Mr. Aiden started to turn red, then purple from suffocation, before he released his hand.

"You don't stop. So why should I?" Michel hissed, taking the knife in his hand.

Carlos came to stand behind and held Mr. Aiden. Holding the tip of his spiral knife in the back of Mr. Aiden, Michel's eyes followed.

Laughing at the pain of Mr. Aiden, he pulled the knife back and put it down.

Mr. Aiden screamed and screamed, his wailing filled the room. The screams reached Michel's ears when Mr. Aiden cried, trying to move his arm away.

But Michel twisted the knife, keeping his hand still as he stared at his handy work, his eyes to its length.

Half of the blade is placed in Mr. Aiden. Blood spilled around them, but he didn't care. That was Michel's least concern.

"Do you know why I love this knife?" Michael asked. "Because that's the most painful. It hurts like a bitch. Your hand can feel like it's about to fall off right?"

Mr. Aiden cried as he twisted the knife again.

"Don't worry, though. It won't fall off." Michel laughed brutally.

"Not yet anyway."

"Please..."

Annoyed at his feeble effort, Michel stepped back and stared at Mr. Aiden.

"You're begging? It's music to my ears, Mr. Aiden. Keep going. Begging me. Maybe if I like it enough, I'll spare you."

"Beg... Please... No... more..."

But the words seemed to have just the opposite effect on Michel.

The plea of ​​Mr. Aiden made Michel's heart twist because all he could hear was Fanny begging Mr. Aiden to stop.

She must have begged, but he never stopped. Michel pulled the knife out of his hand before stabbing it into his flesh again.

"Get me a knife," Michel growled.

Vengo followed his orders and gave him the red cutters that Carlos had sharpened for him earlier.

"Those fingers... you hurt my Fanny with them, didn't you? Those disgusting fingers..."

Mr. Aiden tried to shake his head, eyes widening inconceivably.

As wide as possible with their degree of swelling. Carlos came to hold his right arm while Michel held the knife to his little finger.

"Maybe you should count this. It might help." Michel suggested with a mocking smile.

He didn't even let Mr. Aiden time to think. Pressing the cutter to his little finger, Michel cut.

And Michel doesn't stop there. No, he cut off all of Mr. Aiden's fingers. One by one. From his little finger to his thumb.

In just a few seconds, Mr. Aiden had lost all the fingers on his right hand.

Mr. Aiden stared at his hand in astonishment. And when the pain finally came, he roared.

Carlos released his arm, and Michel stepped back, letting him drown in his newfound pain.

Michel took the towel and wiped his blood off the blade and cutter.

The door opened behind him as Carlos left, Charles taking his place as he stepped behind Mr. Aiden.

Michel looked up at Charles, their eyes meeting. Charles nodded, assuring Michel that Fanny was fine after being instructed to check on her.