****** With the four women’s hands chained behind them and their legs bound together, even the act of lowering their heads was torture… their flesh scraped against the floor, their muscles screamed, and one of them even let out a muffled sob as her body collapsed awkwardly. It was so gruesome and so horrific that even someone with a heart of stone would have been forced to look away. Then, like trained animals, they extended their tongues and… they began to lick the ground. And witnessing this… James’ grin only widened. It was as though he were watching an interesting comedy movie, rather than an inhumane scene. He looked utterly deranged. Then with deliberate slowness, he scooped up a spoonful of the shredded meat from the bowl and dumped it onto the floor in front of them… the wet slap echoing loudly in the silent room. The moment they saw it, tears poured from their eyes. What lay on the floor wasn’t food meant for humans. It was raw meat meant for guard dogs, hun

******The three women beside the about-to-be-whipped woman… her companions in this nightmare, had once been nothing to her than classmates in college.They had sat in the same lecture halls, listened to the same professors, and laughed at the same jokes.But even back then, they had belonged to a different world entirely.The three women were high-class, polished, and confident in a way she had never been… completely out of her league.They used to wear designer clothes as casually as others wore pajamas, spent money lavishly without hesitation or guilt, and drove luxurious cars that turned heads wherever they went.Back then, she had told herself she wasn’t envious and that she was content, but then slowly and quietly, hunger had crept into her heart.She wanted their kind of life… she envied them.And so, she had gotten closer to them bit by bit, drawn in by their stories, their confidence, and the effortless way they seemed to live.She had made sure they noticed her and

******James’ eyes darkened further, turning so cold that they seemed to swallow any trace of warmth and light in the room,“He’s mine,” he continued, his voice dripping with venom. “Mine to torture slowly, carefully, and until he regrets ever crossing my path.”The temperature in the room seemed to plummet.And at that instant, the poor women on the ground felt as though they had been dragged into some frozen underground abyss, their bodies trembling uncontrollably, and their teeth chattering as dread wrapped tightly around their hearts.For a fleeting moment, they subconsciously pitied the person James was talking about.Whomever that target was… to be targeted by something like this… by a terror wearing human skin, it felt like a fate worse than death.But then reality slammed back into them.Their own suffering was still there, and it eclipsed everything else.And with this, any trace of pity they had evaporated instantly, folding back into themselves.They pitied no one

******Neither Ben nor Glenn spoke throughout the entire ride, and so, the silence inside the car became so heavy, so intense, and so thick enough to press against the windows as the vehicle sped forward like a bullet fired in desperation.The engine roared, the tires scraping the asphalt as Ben drove with single-minded urgency, his foot barely lifting from the accelerator.The world outside blurred into streaks of light and shadow, buildings thinning, traffic disappearing, and civilization slowly giving way to isolation.And then…The destination finally revealed itself… located at the outskirts of Jay City.It was a long-abandoned, haunted-looking warehouse at the edge of the city, surrounded by broken fences, dead weeds, and rusted containers stacked on each other.The place looked as though it hadn’t known honest work in decades, only violence and buried secrets.Presently, the warehouse was heavily fortified, with dozens of muscular, scarred men standing guard, their phys

******The moment Glenn stepped out of the car and his foot touched the ground, the atmosphere shifted.It wasn’t subtle; instead, it was the kind of shift that felt like a switch had suddenly been flipped… as though the air itself had stiffened in response to his presence.At that very instant, conversations died mid-breath, movements stilled, and every gaze snapped toward him all at once, sharp and invasive, boring straight into his body as though they wanted to pierce through skin and bone.But Glenn didn’t so much as blink.He simply stared ahead, calm and casual, his eyes steady, and his expression unreadable.There was no tension in his shoulders and no stiffness in his stance. Instead, he appeared like someone waiting in line to get his morning coffee, mildly patient and mildly bored, having not even the slightest trace of reaction whatsoever to the hostility rolling toward him in waves.But just at that moment, Ben also stepped out of the car.And immediately, all the