𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄

Chapter - 23

I'll love you until my soul gives out.

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AUTHOR'S POV

1 MONTH AGO

The dimly lit room was filled with the sound of dripping water, the air thick with the scent of rust and decay.

Chains hung from the ceiling, clinking together like ominous wind chimes as a cold draft moved through the space.

The floor was stained with blood, both old and new, and in the center of the room stood, a figure shrouded in darkness, his presence as lethal as the weapon in his hand.

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He loomed over the man strapped to the chair, his eyes dark and merciless, reflecting no sign of humanity.

The man, beaten and bruised beyond recognition, whimpered, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

His once arrogant demeanor was now shattered, replaced by pure terror. He had touched her. He had dared to lay his hands on the one person HE cared about, and now, he was going to pay for it.

"Please... please, Who.... Are you? I didn't mean to..." the man choked out, his voice trembling with fear.

His silence was deafening. He moved slowly, deliberately, the cold steel of the knife glinting in the dim light as he turned it in his hand.

The sound of the blade scraping against metal sent a shiver down the man's spine, his eyes widening in horror.

"You didn't mean to? You don't know who I am?" His voice was low, a deadly calm that sent chills through the room.

He stepped closer, his face now inches from the man's, the shadows playing over his features, making him look like a demon in the flesh. "You didn't mean to touch her? You did sin.... Biggest sin."

The man tried to speak, but fear had stolen his voice. He could only shake his head weakly, his entire body trembling.

He didn't wait for an answer. His hand shot out, grabbing the man by the throat, his grip ironclad. "You think you can make her cry or threaten her? You think a simple apology can erase what you did? Your sin can't be forgiven, you should be punished and I WILL MAKE SURE YOU GET WHAT YOU DESERVE"

The man gasped for air, clawing at his hand, but it was no use. His grip only tightened as he leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a menacing whisper. "You touched what's mine. You thought you could violate her and walk away? No. You don't get to walk away from this."

With a swift, brutal motion, he drove the knife into the man's thigh, the blade sinking deep into flesh.

The man screamed, a sound of pure agony that echoed off the walls, but he didn't flinch. He watched, detached, as blood poured from the wound, the man's cries filling the room like a twisted symphony.

"Did you like it?" He asked coldly, twisting the knife, eliciting another scream. "Did you enjoy putting your filthy hands on her? Answer me."

"N-no... please, no more... I'm sorry! I don't know who you are talking.... About? Who is she?" the man begged, his voice cracking as tears streamed down his face.

"Sorry? Who is she?" He spat, yanking the knife out and plunging it into the man's other thigh. HE can't believe how much Siya suffered because of him and he doesn't even remember. Which add fuel in his rage

The man's scream was louder this time, more desperate, as his body convulsed in the chair. "You're sorry now that you're facing death? You weren't sorry when you hurt her."

He let the man's cries die down to whimpers before he pulled the knife out again, the blade slick with blood.

He wiped it casually on the man's shirt, then leaned in close, so close that the man could feel his hot breath on his face.

"This is only the beginning," He whispered, his voice filled with a cold, calculating rage. "I'm going to make you feel every ounce of pain you inflicted on her. And when I'm done... you'll beg for death."

The man sobbed, his body wracked with pain and terror, but there was no mercy in his eyes.

He began his work methodically, each cut, each slice a reminder of the violation that had been done. The man's screams filled the room, each one a testament to the brutality of his vengeance.

He cut his fingers like he was cutting a vegetable. Then he cut his manhood. Both hands and feet are without fingers. He put all the things in the mixer and mixed it.

He forcefully made him drink that.

Hours passed, the room echoing with the sounds of suffering. By the time HE was done, the man was barely recognizable, his body a bloody mess, his voice hoarse from screaming. He hung limply in the chair, his breath shallow, his eyes glazed over with pain and exhaustion.

He stood over him, wiping the blood from his hands, his expression unchanged. "Now you know what it feels like," he said quietly, almost to himself. "Now you understand."

He turned to leave, his footsteps echoing in the silent room. But before he stepped out, he glanced back at the broken man, his eyes cold and unfeeling. "Remember this moment in hell," he said, his voice a final, chilling promise. "Because it's the only mercy you'll ever get from me."

And with that, HE disappeared into the shadows, leaving the man to his fate, a reminder that some lines, once crossed, could never be forgiven.

That man who was begging for Mercy was Daksh kapoor who molested siya. But the one who was torturing him nobody knew who he was?

After that man's death he threw his body at his house door. Nobody gotta know who did this. But when Siya got to know that her biggest nightmare The monster who hunted her in her dreams had died she was happy.

But who was He?

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How was it? Who is HE? It's getting interesting 😁 for me what about you? Tell me in comments and vote guys

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