Chapter Seventy-Three

“Just kill me and get it over with already.” the bastard sitting before me groaned out In frustration.

But no, I can't end his life just yet. People like him don't deserve easy death, they deserve a painful and slow one.

At first when I entered his prison, I could hardly recognize him due to the amount of beating he had received when I was away tending to Kacie.

Trust Amad to do a satisfying job on an offender. His body screams of excessive beating just the way I love it.

He was strapped tightly to a chair with chains around his legs and wrist. His left eyes was swollen and his nose broken. He had a very deep cut on his right thigh. I smirk In satisfaction.

A long table was kept closely to him so he could sleep whenever he wishes to.

It was very considerate of Amad to think of his sleep, left for me, he wouldn't know what it feels like to fall asleep again.

Well maybe eternal sleep.

But judging from how swollen his eyes are, I doubt if he was able to have a nap. Not like I cared an