•𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐔𝐧𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐖𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐰!•

34. Justice

A D H W I T

Now since Nakshatra healed. So it was time for her justice. “Justice is due Adhwit.” she would always say.

I took her somewhere where I never ever wanted her to even look at it, but now, it was necessary!

WARNING ⚠️:

This scene contains graphic and intense scenes that may be disturbing for some readers. The following content includes physical and emotional trauma, torture, and themes of revenge. Please read with caution, as these descriptions are not suitable for sensitive readers. Your emotional well-being is important, so please take care of yourself while reading.

Nakshatra stood there, her eyes darkened, then she left an evil chuckle, moving towards him and pointed me to sit on the chair present in the warehouse. Her tone was commanding, dangerously commanding. I sat down, adoring my woman Taking her revenge. She went near her, kneeling down to his level. “You thought you can break me Avyukt?” she whisper growled. “But I'm not the one who breaks.” she said grabbing a sharp knife and making a slow precise cut in his chest. as if reminding him the pain he gave to her, as if promising that she won't forgive him. He screemed. “Ohh Goodness fucker, you're too loud! But don't worry, it's like a melody to my ears, the same way my pleadings were a Moan for you!” She said, looking at his pleading figure. “BRING ME A BUCKET FULL OF HOT OIL!” she roared that even my men flinched. They've never see this form of her, even me. We've always seen a sweet, little caring woman who would always think about others, but this... This was surely new and needed. They were literally shivering taking the oil near her and went out. She let out an evil, dangerous laugh, before pouring all the hot oil on him alone, she was strong indeed. The sizzling flesh, becoming red hot with blisters causing him to scream, but failed drastically. Tears never leaving his eyes. She Poured the cold icy water on his body instantly. The sudden cold against his blistered skin, causing his muscle to seize adding and additional layer of pain. “I want wild rats too, Knives, Hot Iron Rod, Rusty chains, Spikes, Broken glass, large Jagged knives, and whatever comes to your mind!” She said, her tone more composed than before, but equally dangerous. A cage full of Wild rats was kept in the middle of the Warehouse, Knives, neatly arranged on the table, while the hot iron rods were kept in a corner, burning like the rage inside her heart. Beside them were thick rusty chains and spikes, and Broken glass was kept beside the rats, They even brought some tongs, Nails and hammer, Salt and vinegar, Lashings, and God knows what else, even I didn't know they exist! She then pointed towards the rods, “They... They are not hot enough!” and the already hor rods were kept into the furnace again. She opened the cage, causing the rats to crowl onto his body, digging their teeth everywhere in his body. “Remember Avyukt, how you digged your nails into my flesh?” she Said. Once, she was done with rats, she took the spikes and hit him harder, his Screams filled the room, but she didn't stop, she took the Lashing, hitting it hard against his legs, causing it to bleed. Then she picked up the tongue, pulling out the flesh from his Body, where the rats did their jaw, and the blisters on his arms. “Duhhh, you're moving your hands, too much, let me secure it!!” She said, hammering nails in his hand. She smirked. “Better!” she then took Salt and viager, mixing it with Scalding water, and pouring it on him again, causing the pain to be multiplied a thousand times. She then played Screaming alarms, near his ear. “It must be a pleasure to you Avyukt, no? The moans and Pleadings?” She said. Just then she then asked one of my men to bring the mask with aromatic herbs, and asked everyone to wear before she filled the room with smells of Burning Flesh. He screemed for mercy, but she didn't pay attention to it. Avyukt’s body hung limp, but through the haze of pain and unconsciousness, a small, desperate sound escaped his cracked lips. His eyes fluttered open, glazed and bloodshot. His chest heaved with shallow, painful breaths. He couldn’t even lift his head, but his eyes locked with Nakshatra’s for a fleeting moment. There was no bravado left, no arrogance or power in his expression.