Epilogue

•Evangeline•

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"Please, please, have mercy..." he groaned out, he could barely breathe but I didn't care as I jabbed another needle into his neck.

I frowned, mockingly. "How can I? You don't fucking deserve it!" saying that, I slammed a plier onto his nose, probably breaking it.

He let out gibberish as blood trailed down his nose, filling his mouth, and making him gag on it.

I was in the tunnels under our mansion, torturing our captives—the ones who deserves it anyway. My hair was in a messy bun and I was wearing a light pink summer dress which was now covered in blood, filthy blood.

My husband has gone out of the country leaving me alone with these imbeciles and Lorenzo.

I went into the corner to get the toolkit when Lorenzo appeared beside me in a flash. "Let me get this for you"

I smiled as we walked back to the man I was torturing. Phew! Even walking is a chore for me nowadays.

Lorenzo opened the kit and before me; laid beautiful, the shiniest, and the sharpest blades