Mommy Super Cool novel (Silas Nolan, Camila) novel Chapter 492

Chapter 492 To Beg for Death

“Since I‘m already in your hands, I have no illusions about leaving alive Kill mel”

Upon hearing him, Silas, who was already on the verge of killing him, couldn‘t help but sneer. ‘Aren‘t you a loyal one? Do you think there are only two options for me, to either keep you alive or kill you?”

The plump man paused, not understanding what Silas meant. The four men prayed for him silently in their hearts How naive he was He hadn‘t seen Silas‘s means, so he dared to yell those words! Did he think he was the only one who would say that?

Silas sneered wickedly, “Don‘t you know there is another choice called making you beg for death?”

The plump man narrowed his eyes fiercely, “What are you going to do?”

“Show him the picture,” Silas ordered Xavier.

Xavier took the picture and put it in front of the man. “Look familiar?”

The man‘s expression changed completely after he looked at the picture but he remained silent. Silas smiled as he questioned, “You were the one who planned Gianna‘s accident the last time as well, right?”

“It wasn‘t me!” The plump man hurriedly responded.

“If it wasn‘t you, then who was it? Who did it?” Silas questioned.

The man chose to keep quiet again. Silas‘s expression turned dark as he shouted, “Looks like you want to experience what it‘s like to beg for death!” He then ordered his bodyguards, “Take him and let him experience it.”

The bodyguards nodded before they dragged the man away and tied him to a pillar. Then they took out a whip. This was no ordinary whip, it was the kind with hooks attached to it. Under normal circumstances it wouldn‘t cause death, but a swing would rip off the skin and flesh of its victims. It would definitely hurt and those being whipped continuously would wish for death!

Before the plump man could recover from the first whip, the second whip fell on him. Following the whip was a painful scream and it wasn‘t long before the nauseating scent of blood filled the air. But Silas was like the devil; he sat unmoving on the sofa, legs crossed as his cold eyes looked at them like an emotionless machine.

“Don‘t kill him. You can dip the whip in salt or chilli water. Do you guys still need me to teach you all these?”