JUSTICE SEVERED

It still doesn't feel good. Why?

"Ha... I've read in these comics... they inseret something similar to the a driller's tip on the man's tip, but for pleasure of course. But I've always wanted to know what would happen if it were to break. But to try it I haven't got any specimens yet. But my luck, I've got the mayor himself for the study. Now... would you mind Mayor..."

Xiller tried to Inserted the drill inside the mayor's *enis. Once the tip entered the *enis, an muffled cry of agony erupted from the tied up mayor. The drill's tip was shaped like a screw and it was made of Iron. It pierced through the hole and blood started to ooze out. The cry which was disturbing to others, Xiller quite enjoyed the sound by closing the eyes and humming to it.

"There is a nail in your eyes and tongue, but you still cry the most for your 2 inch thing... tsk. Pathetic.

Ah... Mr Mayor. I should mention. This... is your retribution.

Switch it on."

As Xiller completed the man switched the drill on and the flesh splattered across the room and the cry was inconceivable to any human alive.

" Kepp the speed at its limit. we can only play until we have the toy. Don't forget it.

Hah... Mr Mayor... it has JUST begun! Please don't be such a buzzkill.

Prepare the bull for the Mayor Once this is done. We still have 99 more hours to show our hospitality to our Mayor"

"When am I supposed to switch the drill off?"

"... mm. You go and grab the handle. Whenever you feel tired, you can switch it off! I have to leave. Take care... we have a very important guest.

I'll see you soon" After finishing Xiller starts to walk towards the door.

"Oh... hold the drill still. We don't want to eat just starters for dinner would we? We still have the bull."

" Got it"
As Xiller walked past the room, Xiller saw a file on the table with the name Kathy on it.

"... It still doesn't feel good. He is crying his eyes out... yet I feel no sense of peace.

Why?"

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"They got a special team to replace US?" Amril asked in a nonchalant way.

"Don't feign surprise. Also. You can't blame them. We are nowhere near the culprit. We barely found the connections between these murders." Nic said.

"I mean... really... you know what happened the last time those rich fats hired a special team to look after a case "we were nowhere near solving" remember."

"Yeah... I do. But its not like we can do anything. But unlike last time, those 'rich fats' really want to solve the case. After all... it could be their head on the line next. Who knows?!"

"You know why we didn't make a haste to solve this case. There were numerous reasons to not solve and not one reason to solve. It was no way different from an unregistered doctor solving a disease that infinite number of registered doctors couldn't solved. And now they want to take that medicine away proclaiming that it was made by improper method. Ridiculous."

"I understand Ril. But now... lets address the small elephant in the room first. Shan't we?"

"What are you taking about?"

"I received a report of murders, which occurred in Danbry street. The victims were all around 34 - 40 year old male, who all died choking on their own blood. Any thoughts Amril...

Amril took his hands away from the laptop keyboard here he was typing a report furiously. He moved his hands down the surface of the table and made a rhythm with his nails.

"Did they find any weapon at the crime scene? Any leads?

Do I really have to think about some third rate criminals."

I never mentioned about them being charged on any criminal cases. AMRIL YAAZL. ITS ENOUGH! IT HAS GONE WAY BEYOND THE LIMITS. I know they all were criminals. But... now what is the difference between that Xiller person and you?"Nic yelled banging his desk and stood up from his seat.

"... Hahh...         there is Nic... I am no social reformer. But let me make it clear one last time.

If anyone... anyone... breathes as same air as Tia with a wrong intention... I will make sure, that they don't exist in the same world as My her,"  Amril spoke with his voice hypnotic, as Nicca stood there frozen with his eyes wide and looking down.

"You're being unreasonable."

"Am I?"

TBC