WARNING: This chapter contains PHYSICAL ABUSE, TORTURE, AND OTHER FORMS OF EMOTIONAL DISTRESS; please SKIP this chapter if you know it MAY TRIGGER your mental health.
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"Ah! Fuck! Put the fire out–Ah!"
Walang buhay na nakatingin ako sa kanya ng sinidihan ni Chase ang kamay nito ng apoy. Gaya ng ginawa niya sa akin dati, at may nakatutok rin na camera sa posisyon niya ngayon.
Tama yan, para may maipanood kami sa mga demonyo niyang magulang kapag nakabalik kami. Negosyo nila to diba? Edi gawin natin produkto ang sarili nilang anak, na akala nila ay pinatay na nila.
"Ah! Vion!" Malakas na sigaw nito.
The pain was unbearable, a searing agony that consumed her as her hands burned. Every nerve screamed, and tears streamed down her face as she struggled to comprehend the torment.
She looked at me, her eyes wide with terror and desperation, silently pleading for mercy. But all she found was my cold, unrelenting gaze, watching her suffering with a mixture of satisfaction and contempt.
Her cries echoed in the room, but I remained unmoved, the depth of her pain only deepening my resolve.
Andito kami ngayon sa baba ng bahay kung saan niya rin pinahirapan si Valentina, kahit anong sigaw niya ay walang makakarinig sa kanya mula sa labas.
Sa bawat hiyaw niya rin ay mas lalong umaakyat sa dibdib ko ang galit sa kanya. Wala akong awang diretsong pinapanood lang ang pagkasunog ng kamay nito.
"Argh! Put the fucking fire out–"
Hindi ko ito pinatapos at sinapakan ng buhangin ang bunganga dahilan para sunod sunod na umubo itio bago pinatay ang apoy sa kamay niya gamit ang parehong buhangin.
Her hands were grotesquely charred, the skin blackened and blistered, with raw, red flesh visible beneath. The acrid smell of burnt skin filled the air, and every slight movement sent waves of unbearable pain through her. She also felt the sting from the sand that I threw to put out the fire.
"ARGH! T..TAMA..TAMA NA FUCK!" She screamed.
The severity of her injuries was stark and horrifying, making it impossible for me to look away from the awful damage.
"Masakit?" Walang buhay na tanong ko dito.
Kita ko na ang pamumula ng mata nito, kasabay ng pagpapawis ng katawan niya.
Mariin ang tingin nito sa akin, na alam kong sinusumpa na ang buong pagkatao ko.
Kahit isumpa niya pa ako, sisiguraduhin kong babalik sa kanya lahat ng yun.
I sat in front of her, and I reached for the welding machine that Chase had bought from town earlier today.
Isinaksak ko naman ito, kasabay ng pag testing sa balat ng babaeng ito.
"AH!" Malakas na sigaw niya, kasabay ng paglapat ko ng dulo nito sa kanya.
Okay lang kahit anong gawin namin, basta hindi siya mamatay.
Ang isang parte lang ng braso niya ang siyang ginagalaw namin, na dumating sa puntong wala ng lumabas na kahit anong boses sa lalamunan niya kaka sigaw.
Isang pag ngisi ang siyang tumakas sa labi ng makita sa mukha nito ang todong sakit at panghihina sa katawan niya.
Chase tortured her relentlessly, his methods as varied as they were brutal. He started with savage beatings, each blow eliciting blood-curdling screams that echoed through the room.
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