Bab 16: Chapter 16: A Problem From Different Timeline.(6)
Author's Note: Rewrote the previous Chapter, enjoy!!!.
"How's the taste?" He inquired in a gentle whisper. The expression on his face couldn't be any more angelic, and exactly the reason why it felt so artificial.
With his hand still pressing against Dudley's mouth, with a swift calculated motion, he jabbed at his jaw, shattering the joint and forcing it open so that it may no longer close.
-Thud!
"Guhhhhahhha!..." Dudley's scream was muffled, letting go of the hand.
Another punch landed, from the same hand dudley bit. It was precise and unyielding.
The boy's knuckles sank into Dudley's cheekbone, fracturing it with a sharp crack.
His head whipped to the side, and a sharp, stinging pain radiated through his sinus cavities, making him gasp in agony.
Deprived of the ability to form words, Dudley could only produce guttural sounds, desperate and broken.
"Huu-u. Haa-a..."
The boy smiled, it was serene, calming and warm, it would be a suprised if someone out there could manipulate a more angelic expression with the same face.
The more horrifying thing however, was that this current expression starkly contrast with his overwhelming violence.
Still with the serene face, the boy raised his fist again, this time aiming for Dudley's nose.
The descent of the fist couldn't be expressed as fast, however still the momentum it delivered was considerable.
-Phak!
The cartilage splintered, sending a jet of blood cascading from Dudley's nostrils.
The impact rattled his skull, blurring his vision and sending him sprawling to the floor.
For a fleeting moment, Dudley felt the sweet embrace of unconsciousness. But the boy wasn't done.
He grabbed Dudley's collar, pulling him upright with a strength that seemed otherworldly.
Dudley, with his leg and arms dangling felt something flowing through his body, on a normal day, it would not have been unpleasant even.
However, it was strange, it pulsated in his vein, and flowing through his body, not healing his injuries but infusing him with just enough vitality.
Yes, it did not relieve him of his pain, but it revitalise him to endure more pain.
The boy lowered his head and whispered, his breath hot against dudley's ear, "I told you didn't I?" in a sweet tone of voice, "we are playing. And remember? I said I will kneel down again? That makes you excited isn't it?! You are such a lucky, person!"
His words terrified him. The words sent a cold shiver down Dudley's spine.
He wanted to scream, to plead for mercy, but his shattered jaw made it impossible.
In his heart, he wanted to shout, "Why just me? I wasn't alone; everyone here is guilty. So why?" Alas, he could no longer speak.
His mind raced, filled with a desperate need to understand why he was being singled out.
The boy raised himself and moved back slightly, Then...
-Bam!
He delivered yet another punch to dudley's ribcage.
The man's body trembled with the impact of each heavy punch, yet none of them violent enough to just end it yet.
-Bam!
Again.
-Bam!
Again.
-Bam!
His body swayed under the relentless assault, each blow landing with a force that left him reeling.
The sharp, splintered edges of the broken ribs pierced the surrounding muscle and lung tissue, causing excruciating, stabbing pain with every shallow breath.
Then the boy ceased for a moment. "You know what?" he mused, almost to himself, "Human body can endure an incredible, surreal capacity of pain before it breaks completely? Fascinating, isn't it?"
He tore Dudley's blood soaked T shirt, revealing a nightmarish sight.
The ribs on his right side twisted unnaturally, grotesquely visible even through his skin, some even piercing through it.
He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "I'll allow you to be the gunea pig of my experiment."
The man wheezed, the broken ribs impeding his ability to breathe deeply, his chest rising and falling with labored, shallow breaths.
The ribs, now fractured and misaligned, shifted painfully with every movement, grinding against the internal organs as the boy carelessly drag him to the pillar.
His muscles twitch uncontrollably in response to the trauma.
"uuhhh ghhh hhhh..."
Finally, he was thrown to the promised place, collapsing to the ground, his body a crumpled, broken mess.
"You are quite the tenacious fellow dudley." He was praised, but it was just horrifying to the Guy.
The boy approached the collapsing man and grab his collar, and once again, just as before, a strange foreign energy invaded the man as the boy touched his collar.
It filled him with vitality, yet none of his injuries healed.
With a sardonic smile twisting his lips, the boy seized both of the man's arms and pinned it on the pillar above his head.
"I heard the ladies enjoy this kind of play," he sneered. "Have you tried it on any of the women whose lives you've destroyed?"
He drew a short, glinting knife from beneath his robe, the blade catching the dim light like a shard of malevolent moonlight.
Without even the slightest of hesitation, as if has no such thing to spare, the boy plunged the knife into the man's palm at a downward angle, tracing his forearm, driving it through the flesh with a sickening squelch to deliver maximum pain.
-sqruech!
"guujjujuhuhu aaa!" It was a brutal scream, yet so pleasant to the boy's ear.
To mock, and insult him further, the boy mimic dudley's jawless scream, "guujjujuhuhu aaa.... pfft!.... Ha ha ha ha ha."
"Look at yourself. I'm guessing you would beg for forgiveness if you could speak... But let me answer honestly... No, no, no. Before that, how many pleas for mercy have you ignored yourself?"
He continued, "Don't you dare expect mercy you never granted!"
The man's palm exploded in fiery pain, a sensation so intense and violent it felt as if a red hot iron had been driven through his hand.
The initial shock was a jolt of searing agony, akin to being stabbed with molten metal.
The blade sliced through his palm and muscle, sending a brutal tearing sensation that made it feel like his hand was being ripped apart by an unseen force.
The blade with deliberate slowness continue to pierced the skin with a cruel ease, slicing through his muscle and tendon as though they were nothing more than fragile threads.
Blood spurted in hot, arterial bursts, spilling down the man's wrist and pooling, staining the ground in a disgustingly deep crimson hue.
With a deft twist, the boy embedded the knife into the stone pillar behind the man, pinning his hand in place.
Every beat of his heart sent a sharp, stabbing pulses up his ribs and through his arm, making every movement a fresh wave of torment.
The constant pressure of the blade against his bone amplified the throbbing ache, each pulse a reminder of his helpless punishment he rightfully deserved.
The boy's eyes sparkled with a perverse sense of delight as the man's agony unfold.
Letting go of the blade, he leaned in close, his breath warm and unsettling against the man's ear.
"You see," he murmured softly, with the same angelic tone. "Pain is such a fascinating thing isn't it? It reveals so much to a person. How do you feel as I remind you of your past? Do you get an erection? Do you recalled the satisfaction you felt when you ruined someone's life?"
He traced a finger along the man's bloodied wrist, smearing the crimson liquid as if it were paint on a canvas.
"Do you feel it, Dudley? The way your heart races, the way your body trembles? It's so beautiful, really. I can never get tired of this."
The man's fingers, still twitch with residual spasms, they spread out awkwardly, the blood dripping off them and forming dark streaks down the pillar.
Dudley's breaths came in ragged gasps, each one a struggle against the unrelenting pain.
His vision blurred with tears, but he could still see the boy's face, serene and almost angelic, a stark contrast to the brutality of his actions.
Blood flowed from the wound, warm and sticky, dripping down his wrist and pooling at his head, blonde hair, bandana, shoulder, cloth and everything down.
The boy continued, his voice a soothing lullaby amidst the horror. "I wonder how long you can endure this. Would you take a guest?... 30 minutes? Hmm... I think you can take at least 5 hours though? Let us take a bet then?"
The mix of hot blood and icy fear dudley felt was nauseating.
He tried to moved, seeing this the boy pressed down on the knife, sending a new surge of pain through Dudley's hand.
The man screamed, a raw, primal sound that echoed through the chamber.
"haaa.. guu aaah aaa..." Unable to form a coherent sentence he just gasp.
The boy's smile widened, his eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure.
"Yeah! Yeah! That's it! That's it!" he cooed, "let it out. Embrace the pain. It's all yours. Ha ha ha ha." The boy laughed again in delight.
While the man's cries echoed off the stone walls, no sympathy was form on the boys heart, in fact he was even more satisfied by the carnage he just created.
In fact, the boy as if he were discovering a new aspect of a beloved game, just watched Dudley's reactions with the fascination of a scientist observing an experiment, noting every flinch, every gasp, every spurt of blood.
-Bam!
Again, the boy mercilessly took out a needle and drove it into the left side of Dudley's ribcage, the side that was comparatively unscathed.
Stepping back, the boy surveyed the mangled, battered figure with a chilling satisfaction.
"You're doing so well, the boy praised, almost tenderly. Then he moved back slightly and appeared as if he has a sudden epiphany.
"Do you want to become my pet?" He asked with a beaming smiled.
Dudley, for a fleeting moment, tried to cling to a sense of hope and attempted to nod.
But the searing pain that wracked his body made even that simple gesture impossible.
With a face that betrayed a hint of empathy, the boy caressed and traced Dudley's face, running his fingers over his cheeks and hanging jaw.
"Ohh!... I went too far, didn't I? It must be too painful for you to speak." Saying that, he appeared quite sad for a moment.
Then, tearing a piece of Dudley's T-shirt, he leaned down and gathered a handful of detritus from the warehouse floor—a grim assortment of rat dung, insects, the nauseating blood that had clotted on the ground and various other refuse that had accumulated in the decrepit building.
"aaahhh.... Open your mouth. If you eat this, I'll take it as your affirmation to be my pet."
Without a moment's pause, he forced the grim mixture into Dudley's mouth. The man, despite his agony, swallowed it down without the slightest hesitation, not even minding the kind of disgusting rubbish he was fed, after all he was going to become a pet wasn't he?
"Aha ha ha..." The boy cackled by himself for a moment, "That's tragic, if you were a hot lady, I would've let you become my pet... Too bad you're a guy."
Dudley's hope, which had gathered again somewhat shattered without the slightest of trace this time.
Showing an unsatisfied expression, the boy retrieved yet another knife—its blade thin and nearly circular—from under his robe.
The metal gleamed ominously as he brandished it, its sharp edge catching the light with a cold, deadly glint.
With a calculated, merciless motion, he drove the knife into the man's right knee.
The blade sliced through the flesh and muscle with smooth ease, puncturing deep into the joint and embedding into the pillar behind.
The impact was immediate and visceral. The man's eyes widened in horror as a sharp cry of agony tore from his throat, breaking into a guttural scream.
"huuuuuu!... ooo!"
The knife embedded itself in the soft, vulnerable tissue around the kneecap.
The pain was intense and blinding, a raw, searing sensation that radiated outward from the point of impact.
Blood flowed freely, pouring from the wound in a hot, crimson torrent, pooling onto his boots and the ground.
The blade's entry into the knee joint caused a horrific crunch as it sliced through the cartilage and tendons.
The sound was a crack of horrifying, bone-chilling reminder of the violence inflicted.
"You should have just followed my suggestion," the boy murmured, his voice dripping with cold detachment. "I never broke a promise."
The man's other leg spasmed uncontrollably as he heard the voice, a violent jerk that exacerbated the tearing of flesh and the grinding of bone in his already mutilated knee.
His breaths came in ragged, labored gasps, his body drenched in sweat and blood.
The boy stepped back, admiring his work with a twisted sense of satisfaction.
He watched the man's suffering with an almost clinical detachment. The boy felt no sympathy, whether or not that critical thinking apply to everyone else was still a mystery though.
"I told you," he said softly, almost as if speaking to himself, "I trusted that, with this punishment, you should at least felt some of the despair of your victims of the past."
He knelt in front of the man, "Now, here's my promised." He cackled in a cruel mockery.
Narrowing his eyes, he studied the blood pooling around the man's feet for a moment.
"You see, Dudley, you could have avoided all of this. A simple choice. Yet, here you are. Only accompanied by your shitty justification of being evil."
Dudley's vision blurred with tears of agony, but he could still make out the boy's face, serene, almost too sharp for his age with it's trademark angelic calmness..
The juxtaposition of his appearance and his sadism was quite ironic
"huese..." Dudley gasped, with his shattered jaw.
The boy tilted his head, as if considering his request. Then shook his head slowly, a small, almost pitying smile on his lips.
He stood up, the knife still embedded in Dudley's knee, a cruel anchor pinning him to the stone pillar.
The man's body trembled with the effort of the remaining consciousness he has left, each heartbeat sending fresh waves of pain through his shattered body.
The boy's eyes sparkled with a perverse delight as he watched the man's fearful demeanor.
He seemed to derive a twisted pleasure from the suffering he inflicted, his sadistic tendencies masked by a facade of gentle curiosity.
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