Angeline - His Uninvited Queen ✅

80 - The Punishment

Arun's POV:

When you are tortured, your anger would slowly transform into numbness. But when you see your loved ones getting tortured, you gain a massive anger and strength even to conquer the world. You may be just a small speck in this vast world. But you will start burning like a dangerously spreading wildfire, consuming every bit of this world. Just to free them from the torture.

I was the person who slapped my stepmom without even considering her age in a way that left the trace of all my five fingers on her cheek at my age of 14. Just because she spoke wrong about my mom. My mom, who left my hands at the age of 5! In that case, what would I do to that scum who did wrong with my Angel? My Angel, who held my hand to give me a uniquely beautiful life!

When I saw that scum lying shirtless on my Angel, tearing her clothes, her hands and legs tied, her expression short of breath, a fury took a toll on me. The fire in me was huge in a way that my world narrowed down to just one goal now, leaving everything behind - To kill him brutally. For hurting my Angel.

I stormed towards him while screaming, "How dare you hurt my Angel. I will show you hell here."

He turned back angrily and he was about to raise to his foot. But I reached him, pulling his hair and dragged him away with one of my hands, while my other hand unbuttoned my shirt. He winced as his shirtless back scratched against the rough ground while I pulled him to the nearby wall. On reaching the wall, I shoved his head against the wall and stamped his balls with one of my feet with my sneaker while passing my shirt to Renu. "Make her wear this. Before that, pass that bottle to me." My eyes gestured towards the empty alcohol bottle which was placed nearby Angel, my heart racing in an enrage.

Renu got my shirt in her hands and shook her head, denying to take the bottle, her face terrified.

I bellowed, "Take it and pass it to me. He hurt your friend. Don't you want to show him what pain is." I stamped his balls once again with all my force.

"Amma..." He screamed, panting for air.

I turned to him, my fist grabbing his hair again to make him sit, twisting my foot forcefully on his balls, clenching my teeth and slapped him. "Amma????" I slapped him again. "You will call your Amma to save you from pain??" I slapped him again. "You will call a woman to save you from pain, but you will torture other woman. Damn it!" I slapped him again. And again. And again. And again. And again.

Renu passed the bottle to me. I hitted the bottle on his head, splitting it into two, and pierced his mouth with the broken end. "This mouth only was biting my Angel, right? You should never have your mouth hereafter." I yelled, twisting the glass with his lips as much as I could.

While his head and lips started oozing blood, his terrified eyes started drooping, both of his hands trying to release my forceful foot from his balls, his breath ragging.

It must have pained a lot that made him not to focus on his bleeding mouth or head, but to focus on his groins. A single forceful kick on groins would feel like breaking all the bones at a time. The continuous forceful stamps on his balls would make him think death is better than this, I knew. Still, my heart didn't feel any mercy on him. I could only feel infuriated.

I pulled out the glass from his lips without moving my foot an inch away from his groins and snapped, grabbing one of his hands which was holding my foot, "This hand only tortured my Angel, right? You should not have hands hereafter." I pierced his palm with the glass and he screamed out of pain all over his body, his head falling back, closing his eyes.

I clenched my teeth, grabbing his hair without leaving him to lay down so soon, and stamping his groin for the last time with all my strength, making him wince even in his unconscious state and dragged him towards the nearby campfire that was burning in a corner. His naked chest scratched against the rough ground as I pulled him with his hair.