Master of Lust

Chapter - 141

Rick towered over Roy's shivering frame as he clasped his hands in front of him and asked with a voice as cold as ice, "What happened to Emily that night?"

Roy tugged on his restraints, and Rick rolled his eyes. Did this idiot really think he had a chance?

Rick grabbed a handful of Roy's hair and yanked it back. He leaned down till his nose almost touched Roy's.

Roy could see the murderous fire raging inside the old man. Fire that would consume Roy in whole if he didn't comply.

"Listen up, you little shit of a young master," Rick growled. "Don't think you have a chance to escape, because you don't. The only way you're leaving this place is my mercy extends to you. Understand?"

Roy whimpered and his eyes brimmed with tears. Just a couple of hours ago, he was at home. He was at home and was surrounded among friends. How did he get here? How did no one notice him being taken? Someone had to be looking for him, right?

He was the mayor's son, people couldn't afford to let him go missing. Maybe if he stalled… Yes, he'd just need to stall for the little bit, people were out there looking for him. He knew it.

The old man pulled harder, and Roy knew if he pulled any harder, he'd have a painful bald patch right on top his head.

"I said, do you understand?" Rick, disguised as the old man seethed, "Young master?"

Roy choked out a sob and nodded. His wrists burned from the metal chains chafing his skin, and he shivered under the old man's glare and the cool breeze.

"Good," Rick, like a gentle old man, patted Roy's head like he were a dog and stood back up. "You are a quick learner, young master."

"Now, Let's try that again, shall we? What happened to Emily that night?" Rick was all smiles as he asked again.

"She… She fell off." Roy answered, his voice stammering.

"How?" Rick asked again.

"I... I don't know," Roy tried to back away from Rick.

But like lightening, Rick's hand flew across Roy's cheek. Roy felt that sting all the way to his toes, and his body trembled like a leaf in the wind. His cheek throbbed, and the pain brought a fresh wave of tears in his eyes.

"How did she fall off? I won't ask again." Rick spoke softly, his voice grating against the quietness of their surroundings.

Thick droplets spilled down Roy's cheeks, as he hiccuped and said, "Sh— She was drinking, and she must have wandered up. I don't know. Please, please, let me go. If you want money, I'll tell my father. He'll pay you. How much ever you want.

Just please, let me go."

"Shut the fuck up," Rick snapped, "Stop crying like a dying pig. You still don't know what pain is. Answer my fucking question. "

Rick relished the way Roy's entire face blanched, his bottom lip wobbling as he held in his sobs.

"Now, where were we?" Rick spoke. "Ah, yes, you were lying about how Emily drank and wandered up the balcony. Continue. And once you are done with your lies, can we get to the truths? With your permission, of course, young master."

"I am not lying. I swear. She got drunk, and slipped from the balcony. That's it. That's all I know. Please let me go.

Please."

Rick erupted in laughter. His broad, hunched frame shook with violent shakes as he howled and yelled to his heart's delight. The barren land with it's smooth, rustling wind echoed his roars, magnifying them to exorbitant levels.

"You foolish boy," he said in between howls. "Do you think you begging will help your case?" He shook his head, and sobered from his high.

"But I am glad you didn't spill the truth," Rick sneered, his lips curling into a menacing grin. "Now, it is my turn to enjoy myself."

Abruptly, a set of pliers materialized in his hand as if from nowhere. Roy's eyes locked onto the cold, steel instrument in Rick's grip, and his blood went cold with the shine that fell on the pliers.

Roy had procured the pliers through the system, but these were no ordinary, run-of-the-mill tools. Oh no, these had thin, flat tips—perfect for extracting the truth, especially for plucking out a bad boy's nails if he wasn't being a goody-good boy.

Rick's grin widened, and the ominous atmosphere thickened. It was clear that the impending 'fun' was going to be anything but pleasant.

Rick forcefully inserted the pointed object beneath Roy's right index finger, ensuring Roy's wrist remained firmly gripped in his other hand, "I played nice, young master. I really did. Look at my face. I am not lying to you."

"I even gave you a chair and everything to make you comfortable. But boys like you don't know how to appreciate the good stuff," Rick looked at Roy with regret dripping from his face.

He pushed the pointed end further, firmly clamping down on Roy's neatly trimmed nail. A sharp cry escaped Roy's lips, his throat convulsing as he screamed in agony as he screamed his lungs out. With just a flick of the wrist, Rick ripped the nail from the bed, and Roy shook in the chair, his head thrown back as more tears poured down.

Rick stood there with a wicked grin, relishing the horrifying screams that echoed in the room. "You had your chance to talk, young master. Regrettably for you, I am left with no choice but to get my hands dirty," Rick said, nonchalantly dismissing the gravity of the situation, "Hushh... God forgive this sinner's soul."

Roy fought desperately, jerking his head backward and clenching his fists. Rick had to forcefully pry open Roy's fingers, resulting in blood staining Rick's impeccably neat butler attire.

Rick then placed the pliers below Roy's thumb and pushed it again further below the nail. Just a tiny bit.

And the pain made Roy's mouth open in an everlasting scream which actually gave Rick a new avenue to pursue.

Rick stuffed the plier in his mouth and went for the silver filling on his second to last wisdom tooth. Rick's fingers dug into Roy's jaws, forcing them open wider as he shook the plier from side to side, slowly pulling the filling from where it was drilled into.

Blood flooded Roy's mouth and when he sputtered, it flew into Rick's face. With one final tug, it came off, and Rick almost stumbled back. The blood from Roy's mouth spilled from the edges and onto his chest. He was crying, screaming, and tugging at his wrists.

Rick brought out a handkerchief from his pocket, bunched it up and stuffed it in Roy's mouth. He couldn't allow the bastard to die by choking on his own blood. Oh no, Rick wasn't done with him. Also, all that screaming was giving Rick a headache.

Muffled groans disturbed the silence around them as Rick contemplated on what to do next. Roy's big eyes were blown wide as he stared at Rick, fear coating every centimeter in them. The next thing he bought from the system was an eyeball extractor.

Passing it from hand to hand, he inched closer to Roy's trembling frame. Roy's eyes fell to the extractor in Rick's hands and then to his face. Pleading groans left him when Roy grabbed at his face, thumb and index finger widening his eye.

He placed the edge of the extractor right underneath the eyeball, and that was enough for Roy to start squirming. This was going to get real messy. And Rick looked forward to every single second.

After all, he had just begun.

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Sweat dripped from Rick's brow and he swiped at it with the back of his hand, leaving a smudge of red on his forehead.

Roy was nothing but a half-concious corpse at this point. With nail deprived fingers, an empty eye socket, three missing teeth, broken nose, broken toes, and hundreds of thin slices running up and down his forearms, and thighs, Rick didn't think there was more this stubborn fucker could handle. And he was almost out of time.

With a mere twenty minutes ticking away until his clever disguise would lose its magic, Rick felt the pressure mounting. Time was running out, and he had to move swiftly. But there was a crucial element to this plan - that pampered, entitled jerk needed to be wide awake for it to work.

Stepping away deliberately, Rick took a moment to cleanse his blood-stained hands on the fabric of his trousers. Methodically, he wiped the traces of crimson from his face and beard, all while expertly taming his disheveled hair into a semblance of order.

He tipped Roy's chin back so he was looking up. As he swept back his sweat drenched hair, he spoke to himself, admiring his work, "Aahh... I overdid it."

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