Chapter 218

Jinu's POV 

It began on the day I killed Ziarre. The betrayal and rage that surged through me as I felt the cold steel of the thumb screw severing my fingers was both a punishment and an awakening. 

Each cut was excruciating, the blade slicing through flesh and bone with a precise brutality. The pain was immediate and overwhelming, an intense burn that radiated through my nerves. Rion’s face, contorted with fury and disdain, was the last thing I saw as I writhed in agony. His eyes, cold and merciless, bore into me as if to strip away every bit of humanity left within me.

In the aftermath, the hatred I felt for Rion was all-consuming. It drove me to the brink of madness, turning every thought into a dark obsession. I envisioned scenarios where I could make him suffer as I had, where his pain mirrored my own. But the more I dwelled on these thoughts, the more I began to see a different kind of desire emerge from the hatred—a twisted, depraved