Marcellus’ POVI couldn’t watch it anymore. I couldn’t cope with her pain. I couldn’t stand this guilt anymore. “Aaaaaaargh!!! Stop with this!!! Take me out of here!!! Kill me!!!!! Please, kill me!!!Just stop it!!!” You wanted me to beg, bitch?! I am begging now… just stop this!!!” I thought I would manage to yell out loudly and beg them to stop the torture and end my life, but my tormented, aged body only managed to croak a muffled sound that sounded more like a rattled whisper of a man on a deathbed rather than a scream. The inhumane noises I made in an attempt to beg for death were broken by a malicious simper which echoed through the lab. I heard the bitches voice somewhere outside: “Hi….dear son…. I told you that you will be my bitch and will do exactly what I want…I have told you that you will beg…. I have told you that I will find your weakness…sooner or later…” the bitch cackled somewhere outside. “Oh…a birdie told me you have found your mate….son…Oh my…oh my…I see that gui