He barely got the words out before another searing pain ripped through him. One of the men had cut too deep. Chester’s entire body cramped as agony consumed him.

But Katelyn remained unmoved. She didn’t even acknowledge his suffering. Instead, she casually pulled out her phone and began scrolling through a novel, completely unfazed by the horror unfolding in front of her. She had all the time in the world. And she wasn’t in a hurry. She completely ignored him and his curses.

Chester, on the other hand, was running out of strength. At first, his screams were loud and defiant. But as time dragged on, his voice weakened, hoarse from exhaustion and pain.

Katelyn leaned back in her chair, still calm and composed.

An hour passed.

By then, his arm had been butchered nearly to the bone. Chester’s breathing was shallow, his face drained of all color.

One of the men turned to Katelyn and asked respectfully, “Miss Bailey, where should we cut next?”

Katelyn flicked her gaze toward Chester, her expression unreadable. “The face.”

Chester’s blood ran cold. The subordinate obeyed immediately, pressing the tip of the blade against Chester’s cheek.

A wave of terror unlike anything Chester had ever known surged through him. His breathing turned ragged, his heart hammering against his ribs. The cold presence of the blade against his face was impossible to ignore. Even if he wanted to block it out, he couldn’t.

The man hadn’t even started cutting, yet Chester could already feel the phantom pain, sharp and unbearable, as if his nerves were anticipating the agony to come. His body trembled violently. Panic surged through him.

He turned to Katelyn, his voice raw with desperation. “No!”

But the plea fell on deaf ears. The knife pressed down—and cut.

The nerves on the face were far more sensitive than any other part of the body. The moment the blade sliced through his skin, a searing pain exploded through Chester’s senses.

The agony was so intense that his vision darkened at the edges. His body nearly succumbed to unconsciousness, but it didn’t. The pain wouldn’t let him. Every nerve in his body screamed, dragging him back into consciousness.

“Ahhh!” His scream tore through the warehouse, filled with terror and agony.

No one reacted. No one even flinched. They carried on as if his suffering meant nothing.

Soon, another piece of his flesh was grilled to a perfect crisp. Then, without hesitation, it was shoved into his mouth.

Chester gagged, his stomach so full of his own flesh that it felt grotesquely distended. His stomach heaved, and he retched again. Katelyn looked gentle, but Chester knew the truth—she wasn’t human. What a devil she was to come up with such a cruel method!

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