Chapter 317 - Joes Demise I (2/2)

Travis himself had likely caused others to feel the exact same way he was right now, and for that, he just couldn't forgive the man in front of him.

Joe, though acting sorry, held a steady light in his eyes, as if he was waiting for the most opportune moment to strike and escape.

Travis breathed harshly, wishing that he had his spear with him now. He wanted so badly to just stab the man multiple times as he bled out, and perhaps use that syringe that Alec had used previously to stop Connor from going unconscious.

Alec sensed his anger and raised his brow. ”What are you waiting for?”

”…I want my spear.”

”Go, then. I'll be here watching him.”

Travis shot Alec a grateful look before darting off into another part of the room, searching for his spear.

His eyes lit up when he found it. His spear was a work of art and had been passed down to him by his mother. It was streamlined so that blood flowed through the grooves instead of sticking onto the metal, and it was a deep black.

Gripping it, Travis felt a lot more powerful than he had in a long time.

With a savage light in his eyes, Travis stalked back to Joe.

No, he would not lose himself in his anger since that would make it too messy.

Travis was going to take his time and do this right. It wouldn't do for him to either pass out or for the man to escape. That wouldn't do at all.

Making his way back, Alec informed him that he'd already used that same solution on Joe that he'd used on Connor.

Judging from Joe's despairing eyes, that was indeed the case. Travis felt the glee stir deep inside him, as if he was confirming that this was really happening.

”Thank you,” Travis said gratefully, and Alec nodded at him.

Joe actually whimpered when he saw that he wasn't going to be getting out of this at all, something that stroked the little sadistic pleasure inside both Travis and Alec.

Joe's mind whirled rapidly, trying to see a way out from the situation. He wasn't going to just sit down and passively accept his torture and subsequent death.

No.

There had to be something he could say that would capture their attention.

”Wait, wait,” Joe said, seeing Travis approach with the wicked-looking spear.

They'd originally been planning on selling off the spear discreetly, but they kept getting side-tracked. Something that he regretted now.

His heart pounded as he thought about gambling with his life. There was just one thing that he'd kept to himself.

”I was paid by your aunt to do this!” Joe shouted desperately.

Travis' eyes blazed, and he instantly stabbed his spear into Joe's side, wrenching a groan of pain from the man. Fire scorched Joe's insides.

”Do not talk badly about my aunt,” Travis spat, anger a lot more apparent in his eyes than before. ”Not when you've never met her. How dare you use her?”

”I do,” Joe said through gritted teeth. ”She was the one who planted me by your side.”

”Ludicrous!”

”She said that until the day she could get rid of you, all I had to do was follow your orders, and subsequently hers.”

Joe gained more stab wounds.

Seeing that Travis was just attacking him out of sheer calculated hatred and disgust now, Joe knew that he had to sweeten the pot so to speak.

”She was going to sell you off to some slave traders or something!”