LOVE'S QUAGMIRE [18+]

Chapter 50: Visit

2 Days Later-

Zephyr's POV~

"ARGHHHH!" The two men groaned in agony as blood sprayed from their mouths.

"Agh, agh!" The other four men continued to lash them mercilessly with the same bullwhip they had used on my wife. 

I sat there, exhausted, having already dealt with them, yet my rage refused to subside. Their faces were marred with fresh scars, bleeding and swollen, their bodies streaked with the marks of the whip.

I stood up in a fury, hurling my chair aside. One of my men, sensing my mood, immediately spoke up. 

"Stop it," he ordered the others.

 The room fell into a heavy silence, but the pained groans of the beaten men still filled the air.

 They were tied naked to the wall, left only in their boxers. In my rage, I grabbed a bag of salt and threw it onto their fresh wounds, just as they had done to my wife.

I had explicitly told them to scare her and nothing more. 

The rage I felt that day was something beyond words—I was so furious I could have killed Daphne, though I'd have regretted it later. That's why I instructed my men to frighten her. I wanted her to feel the fear, to beg and apologize. When I said "teach her a lesson," it was meant to make her understand and fear the consequences. I never intended for them to lay a hand on her, not even a single scratch. Touching her was the farthest thing from what I would ever allow.

But those sons of bitches dared to touch her, beat her, abuse her, and almost rape her. It fucking ate at me like a goddamn acid burn. I grabbed that whip, still seething with rage, and lashed it out on each of them five fucking times. 

Their pathetic cries for mercy only fueled my anger. They were screaming and begging, just like my girl must have, but these motherfuckers didn't give a shit. She was pregnant, for Christ's sake, and if anything happened to my baby because of these assholes, they'd be lucky if I let them die quickly. 

I breathed heavily and threw the whip away, their whining still in my ears, and roughly raked my fingers through my messy hair, barely containing my fury.

"Make sure you give their bodies a thorough fucking massage with chili powder, especially on those fresh scars," I snarled, letting my anger seep into every word. It was a common method of torture my old man used on his enemies. 

I heard gasps and desperate pleas as they begged again, but I didn't give a shit.

 I continued, "First, you hit them with the chili. After that, you chop off their fucking dicks and make sure they watch their manhood being sliced away. Finally, bury them alive deep in the forest by midnight."

Those were my last words before I turned on my heel and walked towards the door.

 "Sure thing, sir," I heard my men reply while the two bastards screamed in pure terror.

 I slammed the door shut and walked out, my mind shifting gears.

 I would've loved to watch the whole damn thing, but it was late afternoon. My butterfly might've woken up by now, and I needed to check on her.

 She would be waiting for me.

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Daphne's POV~

It's been two days of just lying here, staring at the ceiling with my eyes wide open, like a corpse. My insides are already shattered, and now my body feels like it's running on empty.