Larissa's Game of Thrones (Larissa) novel Chapter 42

Finley struggled to push himself up from the floor, but the moment he put weight on his palms, his arms gave out. He felt his strength draining away. Finally, he gave up, his energy spent, and could only glare venomously at Larissa.

“So, to soothe my wounded soul,” she continued, “I think I’ll use this knife of yours to sever the tendons in your leg.”

Finley’s eyes were locked on her. Though his body was powerless, his mind was sharp, and he could still speak.

“If you lay a single finger on me, do you believe Grandpa will throw you out of the Judson family immediately? You don’t actually think that just because you’re the true heiress, he’ll spoil you, do you? In this family, my place in Grandpa’s heart is the most important! And once you’re kicked out, I have a hundred ways to deal with you!”

Larissa twirled the knife in her hand, feigning a troubled expression. “But what if I don’t need Grandpa as my safety net? What then? Because, you see, I truly have no interest in the Judson family fortune. I only came back to see how you were all doing, to see if you felt even a shred of guilt for what happened to me.”

“Unfortunately, it seems none of you do. Well, in that case, I have no choice. I’ll just have to let you experience a little pain yourselves. A lesson in empathy, you could say.”

With that, she grabbed Finley and dragged him over to a spot where he could lean against a wall.

“Alright, we’re all alone here. Feel free to scream as loud as you want when I cut your tendons.” Larissa flipped the knife in her hand, then knelt before Finley. With a single, swift motion, she sliced through his trousers, exposing his lower leg.

It was only then that a true sense of panic began to set in for Finley. She was actually going to do it.

“Larissa! I’m warning you, don’t do anything reckless! We can talk about this! You just want fifty million, right? Fine, I’ll pay you right now… Aaaah!”

He didn’t even finish his sentence before a searing pain shot through his leg, and a raw scream was torn from his throat.

Blood seeped from the wound, pooling on the dusty floor.

Larissa didn’t stop. “Just hang in there. I’m skilled in medicine, so severing a few tendons won’t take long.”

Finally, the pain became too much, and Finley passed out.

“Hmph. Useless. He’s already fainted. How boring.” Larissa paused her work, removed the needle that had silenced him, and inserted it into another point on his body, jolting him back to consciousness.

Finley’s eyes fluttered open to meet Larissa’s gaze.

“Awake? Good. You can’t pass out again. I’m not finished severing your tendons, you see. If you’re unconscious, it takes all the fun out of it.”

Her words were like a demon’s whisper, and they spurred Finley to curse her with renewed vigor. “Larissa, you’ll die a horrible death! When Mom and Dad find out, they’ll tear you limb from limb!”