SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!For more than ten minutes, this is the only sound reverberating throughout the suite! And it only takes until five more of Mr. Young's teeth fall off, bringing them to a total of nine teeth before Michael stops. THUD!As he releases his grip on Mr. Young, he wearily crashes to the floor with a loud thud!"Pfft, pfft," he spits out two mouthfuls of blood and grabs his split open, aching cheeks, tears streaming down his cheeks."I just showed you a little of what ruthlessness is all about," Michael snarls. "Now, back to my question; where did Dani flee to? You should know better than not to answer me!""Pfft," Mr. Young spits out yet another mouthful of blood and suddenly begins laughing as if a maniac.This causes everyone to furrow their brows at him because they don't understand what is funny! They can't remember Michael saying anything funny so why is he laughing? Or has he become crazy due to the numerous slaps he received? Who knows?"I... it's q... q
"My Lord," Ares rubs his jaw nervously and scratches his hair."What is it?" Michael raises a brow at him. "I said you should get me one of your daggers, what are you still standing there and calling me for?" He slightly glares at him."Uhm," Ares scratches his hair again. "I... It's just that I was thinking, My Lord, that old swat is one not worthy to tie or untie the straps of your sandals! You would be stooping so low if you go ahead to torture him yourself, that is why I am here, right? So why not allow me to take care of this?""That is true, Mr. Michael, Ares is right. You are way above Vincent and should let him handle this," Mr. Howard concurs with Ares and since he had spoken their minds, the others bob their heads in agreement.Michael looks at every one of them scrupulously for a while before drifting his gaze back to Ares and shrugging, "It's fine. You can handle it then. Just don't go easy on him. I need him to speak already so I can get out of here! This place pricks my
Mr. Young is shivering plethorically as he speaks and his entire body is in a state of utmost terror and tremors. Ares has sure dealt him a huge blow, broken through his defenses and ego, and trampled on his sense of rationality that he is now traumatized and can barely bear the sight of him, let alone allow him to torture him."Please, I'll speak! Please," he repeats breathlessly when Michael wouldn't say anything, panting."Old swat, you couldn't even let me get to you first! Ah!" Ares scowls. He'd salivated cutting off all of Mr. Young's fingers before he would speak, just to make him suffer! But now, he hasn't even gotten to him and he is already crying out that he would speak! Hah! He can't help but grit his teeth! The old man just keeps ruining his plans! It is infuriating him to death! Ah!Meanwhile, unlike Ares who is boiling in rage, Michael is full of smiles! He even has a little regret. This is because he had wasted his time all this while to get Mr. Young to speak when wh
"No, please don't kill me! Please, Mr, Michael! Please," Mr. Young cries out hysterically as if a kid whose game iPad has been taken away from him because he has been ordered to go to bed whilst trying to grab hold of Michael's leg, but before he can, Ares darts to him, grabs him by the collar, and jerks him up, snarling, "You should know your place, old swat! Come with me now in peace, or... you already know what I'm capable of!""No, never!" Mr. Young angrily snarls back at him and glares at him. He then sways his gaze to Michael and falls to his knees, begging, "Please, Mr. Michael, I know I wronged you by trying to hold back my son from you, but you can't entirely blame me. Dani is my only son. My only child. Any father would do what I did. Any father would."Please just forgive me on the basis that you were also once a father like me and that I've told you everything you wanted. Please, I'm begging you! If you wish, I can be your slave. I can be your dog. I can do anything you wa
"Vincent is no more?" Michael turns back to Ares and asks, his brows tilted disconcertingly. He is asking not because he didn't hear it the first time. But because he'd expected to feel good, to feel relieved, to feel that rush in his veins and that thrill that he has fulfilled something awesome, yet he feels nothing. Nothing at all.It's just like he didn't do anything. He feels blank and void. And empty. No happiness at all. So he had to ask again to be sure he heard well, maybe he didn't the first time, which is why he is feeling this way. This empty.But if only that was the case. If only it was! This can be deduced because before he can even deliberate much on his thoughts, Ares, who doesn't understand why he would ask about the same thing he just said has happened, shrugs off the odd feeling and nods, retorting calmly, "Yes, My Lord. Vincent Young is no more. I killed him as you asked."Still no spark. No rush. No good feeling. No happiness. No thrill. Nothing at all. Michael sig
"Hmm, so Chad's idea is the better one now and mine is probably from the pit of hell and makes no sense?! Ares, is that what you are trying to infer?"Ares gulps as a shiver runs down his spine, straight to his bone marrow and he instantly breaks out in a cold sweat. "N...No, My Lord, how can I say such a thing?" He sputters, wide-eyed."You can't?" Michael twirls and raises a scrupulous brow at him. "Then what are you doing still standing there? Didn't I tell you just now to head to Greenwood Village?""But, My Lord-""Are you still trying to assert that my idea makes no sense and we should follow Chad's?""Hah!" Ares grits his teeth in frustration. "Can you help me out here, Mr. Kennedy?" He sways his gaze to Chad and asks, hoping the old man will come to his aid, but to his dismay, Chad sighs heavily and looks the other way!"Ah!" He pats his forehead, utterly flabbergasted. All this time, he had only been trying to stand by the old man, but now that things have come to a crucial po
"Supreme Doctor Hong may not have what it takes to call the guards on you, but what about us? Don't we have the right as well? Mason, I'm warning you for the very last time, get down from that chair right now or you won't like what we would do to you! "I swear, you won't at all! Hah, the guts of you to even sit there so proudly as if you own the chair! Let me tell you, you have no right whatsoever! You don't! So get down from there! Get down!" One of the other five elders, who is carrying Damien Hutton, furiously snaps back at Mason, his fists clenched and his eyes as dark as coal!"Yes, get down from that chair! I'm standing with Damien and Hong and warning you as well! If you don't want anything bad to happen to you, you should better get down from there this instant! You, Mason, how can you be so disrespectful to your brother? I really can't believe you would do this even though it is happening right in front of me! Just respect yourself and get down now!""Hmph!" Mason chuckles d
It is one thing to be shocked, but have you ever been in a position where you just don't know how you feel? In that moment where you just find yourself swarmed up by an ocean of emotions. Yes, that moment when you don't know if you should be shocked or angry, or just lost. You just don't know at all!That is exactly where we are as the courtroom is suddenly filled with an ocean of mixed emotions. And what's worse? Everywhere is also now as still as a graveyard, and even the faintest heartbeat can be heard loud and clear as if it is connected to a loudspeaker when there's obviously nothing of the sort!The other members of the Hutton family standing behind the elders and Supreme Doctor Hong, have their hands over their mouths and are panting frantically.They don't know how they feel at all. Like, they have no single idea whatsoever! And this is clearly because they can't particularly claim that they're shocked because what they're feeling goes well beyond that. They just don't have t