Twisted Ties of Love (Izabella Salotti and Brett) novel Chapter 156

Heckter found himself tightly bound to a pole, his cries echoing through the air. This slow and agonizing torture far exceeded the prospect of a swift and painless death. Yet, both Brett and Heckter derived a sick pleasure from inflicting suffering upon others.

A knife, now glowing red-hot, seared his flesh, leaving behind brutal burn marks.

The blade's tip mercilessly sliced away the charred remains.

"I have erred, President Windham. I implore you to show mercy and spare me this time," Heckter pleaded desperately.

"Did you extend such mercy to Izabella when she pleaded for her life?" In truth, Izabella never begged for mercy, but even if she had, Heckter would not have granted it to her back then.

"Take off his pants."

The henchman doing the torturing didn't hesitate, dropping the knife to remove Heckter's pants.

Heckter pissed himself from fear, and when they took off his pants, the smell of pee filled the air. The man holding the pants frowned in disgust.

Heckter didn't know what Brett was planning to do, but since his pants were off, he could only imagine terrible things. With a cold breeze down there and a fearful heart, his fear reached its peak, his head went numb, his ears buzzed, and his legs trembled uncontrollably.

Heckter's face turned pale, his lips trembling as he mustered the courage to speak. "President Windham, what... what are you doing?"

Brett's gaze remained calm and collected as he replied, a hint of cruelty lacing his words. "Since you have no control over your own actions, it's better to remove that part of you." He lounged back, observing the scene with detached interest, his words like sharp knives that pierced through Heckter's core. The torment was unbearable, leaving Heckter on the verge of wetting himself once again, if he hadn't already.

"President Windham, please, I beg you!" Heckter pleaded, desperation evident in his voice. "It's true that I had an encounter with your woman, but she willingly participated. Moreover, I didn't harm her in any way."

He was previously beaten to the point of having a speech impediment, but fear completely cleared it up. Heckter was sniveling through tears.

Heckter's thoughts raced, trying to rationalize the situation. Yes, he had committed sins, but the severity of the punishment felt disproportionate. True, there were instances where he had resorted to violence against Izabella, but the wounds on her wrists were self-inflicted. Let's not forget that she had even stabbed him in the shoulder. Their relationship was marked by cruelty on both sides, but Brett... Brett was on another level entirely. He was inhumane, wanting to castrate Heckter as a punishment.

Brett remained silent, his expression growing increasingly somber. His fingers tapped incessantly on the armrest, a telltale sign of the internal turmoil he was experiencing.

"You said Izabella went willingly?"

"Yes, she did."

The dim lighting cast a hazy shadow over Brett's face, making it difficult for Heckter, tears welling up in his eyes, to discern his features clearly. However, he could sense the piercing and intimidating gaze fixed upon him.

Trembling, Heckter stammered, "If President Windham doubts me, you can ask my subordinate. He possesses the agreement that Izabella signed."

Brett let out a cold snort.

The man tormenting Heckter glanced back at Brett, who gestured with a wave of his hand. In response, the man reluctantly lowered the knife, prompting Heckter to breathe a sigh of relief.