No More Pain For This Villain 소설 & 이야기

" I turned to Landon and Yvette with an arrogant expression. The malice in my eyes was impossible to hide. "So what if I did it?" I said. "I didn't do anything wrong, so I'm not pleading guilty." I lifted my chin high, not missing a single flicker of expression on their faces. Because of the memory extraction, Landon's face was deathly pale. He could barely hold himself up. Even so, he kept staring at me, eyes wide and pleading, like a dog begging not to be abandoned. "Annabeth, you didn't do anything wrong. So… could you love me just a little? Even just a little would be enough."

I lowered my gaze at him in shock. Surprisingly, Damian was not mad at all. He was supposed to be the sweetest, most well-mannered crybaby. System kept urging me to unleash torture. The point was to make him cry. Once I was done with the final scene, I would go back to my world as a billionaire. Steeling myself, I whacked a rope hard against Damian’s chest. “The treatment is exclusive to you. I love you the most.” “Snap!” The sound was crisp and sharp.

A bone-deep pain instantly tore through my body. I let out a muffled gasp and collapsed onto the cold floor. Cold sweat drenched my back in seconds. I felt as though my soul was being torn apart. Yet, compared to the heartbreak from just moments ago, this pain felt much milder. With my gaze locked on the bone ring, I whispered to myself, "Just five more days, Tori Dawson. Five more days, and you'll be free from this ridiculous farce."

I needed to believe. - Don't feel. Those responsible will pay. I look back. Vicenzo faces his father, but his mind is far from here. I've been in this position before, and if I could hurt someone to lessen my pain, I would. The difference is that the villain in my story was a disease, not a person. - Of course - I approach him - Justice will be served. But now, the important thing is the health of the senator. Vicenzo looks at me. We've known each other forever, and he was a harmless boy, too nice to look like his father. However, seeing the anger in his eyes, I don't know anymore. Something changed, and I still don't know what.

Yanking off his nail, I lifted that closer to his eyes, still stuck in pliers, “It is necessary. Not for me. Not for her. But for every other woman you were planning to molest in the future.” His eyes were red. A messy mixture of tears, saliva, and snot streamed down his face as he choked, “I won’t. I promise, I won’t.” I let out a low amusing chuckle, “Of course, you won’t. Because now whenever you’d even think about it, this pain,” I paused to yank the fourth nail off, “you’ll remember this pain.” His screams turned quiet. His eyes fluttered close. His mind shut down as his body refused to feel any more pain.

Though he was in pain, he couldn’t help but laugh before scoffing, “So…! You’ve finally unveiled your true nature! It took your mother’s death and a whopping twenty years, but it feels good to finally be able to see your barbaric side!” Glowering at the insufferable man, Zivon growled, “…So, now that you’ve achieved your goal, what makes you think that you’re making it out of this place in one piece…?!” Smirking in response, the evil man replied, “Oh, feel free to beat me up as much as you like… If you can, that is. Just make sure to act quick before I drag your wife and kids to hell with me…!” Before Zivon could ask what Liam meant, he felt a sudden acute pain all over his body… and in the

"So, Alpha, how does it feel to meet your demise? Your reign ends here." Rowland, though weakened and bloodied, met his gaze with unwavering resolve. "You underestimate the strength of unity and loyalty. Our pack will prevail, even in the face of darkness." The second villain, a cunning wolf with piercing yellow eyes, cackled menacingly. "Unity? Loyalty? Such feeble ideals. We will crush your pack and make you witness its downfall." As they closed in for the final assault, a surge of power surged through me, transforming my stance. My eyes glowed with an otherworldly intensity, and my voice dripped with an eerie calmness. "You will not lay a paw on him. Not while I draw breath."

the man says before heading back up. "Please, he'll kill me," Miner says, tears streaming down her face. "I'm sorry." "You can tell that to Ariadne when you see her," Victor answers, keeping up the charade. Inside, though, pretending that Ariadne is dead, it hurts so fucking bad. Upstairs, a cheerful song comes on, signaling a green light. Victor cracks a sinister smile. "Did you know that there are different pain levels in terms of fingers? The pinky hurts the worst, twice as much as the others," Victor says stoically.

“Yours. You may now shut up.” After getting her answer, he was satisfied. “I'll destroy this puppet later and starting tomorrow, I'll stop using the puppet. Although it's a bit troublesome that I can't walk... but since I have my wife then I'll trouble my to take care of me.” He shamelessly said with a grin, leaving her speechless. Hah, it wasn't surprising from the word of a psychopathic villain. END OF CHAPTER 44

Duncan Hiddleston is submissive to all. “Now I know I don't care. It's a bit late... Villain still likes me, as usual, no matter how much I cover this can't change. If you swap out the villain for the female lead, you'll be dead, chasing after the rice." Phedra Elizabeth thought.