Chapter 163 - Skewered and Roasted (1/2)
[Violence, which could trigger emotional distress, is found in this chapter. Certain scenes are graphic and could be upsetting to some. Proceed with caution. Discretion is advised.]
Wyatt coughed. Right before their very eyes were their colonel—the country's prince—busily pecking his wife in front of everyone, treating the rest as if they were as invisible as the still air that filled the warehouse.
He made sure his cough was loud enough to remind Maxen and Olivia why they were in the warehouse that afternoon.
Earlier, he had to rush back to the base upon receiving a message from Maxen. Little did he know they would be abducting a man who was already inside a prison.
Imman Han. Forty-five years old. He was Eli's uncle; younger brother of his deceased father. According to their background report, he was doing business in England up until his incarceration and returned home after serving time in jail.
The warden informed Maxen and Wyatt that the man they were looking for was convicted for s.e.x.u.a.l assault and battery as they waited for Imman to be escorted inside the warden's office.
If it was up to Wyatt, the tools they gathered that day would just tickle the asshole. To him, that man deserved to be skewered and roasted alive.
Finally, the two lovers peeled apart. Maxen smiled, looking down to face Olivia. Her grip in his hand was so tight she might snap his fingers, but whatever nervousness she felt, it didn't show on her face, and he was proud of her valiance.
”We gave him a sedative earlier, just to calm him down.” Olivia saw Maxen's jaw tick, rolling his tongue over his teeth. She thought they must have done some questioning earlier and Maxen didn't like what he heard for him to resort to sedation instead of killing the man.
They walked until they reached a table full of guns in different sizes, plus other weapons that Olivia wasn't familiar with which she assumed to be stuff used for torturing a person.
Her eyes lingered on one weapon that stood out amongst the rest. ”That one is cute,” she pointed at the Hello Kitty pistol on the table.
”I knew you'd pick this one. This was Maya's old pistol.”
”Maya's into guns?”
Maxen nodded his head. ”She got it from our dad. They like to go hunting. And she left this in the armory when she moved on to bigger ones.”
”Oooh, that's nice. One man's trash is another man's treasure.” Olivia's eyes beamed, patting Maxen twice on the cheek. Olivia c.o.c.ked her head to the direction of the table, cueing Maxen to prepare the proper bullets to load in the pistol.
While Maxen was busy, Olivia pivoted in her spot and walked closer to the man who was tied on the cross.
She stood in front of him and forced herself to look into his face but couldn't bring herself to keep her focus steady for more than a split second, so she stared at the farthest corner of the warehouse to compose herself.
She reprimanded herself in her thoughts. The last thing she wanted him to see was her trembling with fear because if he did, he would surely feed on her fear, and she would end up losing the fight that she needed to finish victoriously.
Steeling her spine, Olivia straightened her back and squared her shoulders, reminding herself that there's no other way for her but to face the monster that terrorized her at night. She had to give the monster that haunted her for years a face.
The smell of piss started to sting in her nose. It revolted Olivia, so she took four steps back and maintained a good distance from Imman.
”Hello,” she greeted, but the man tied to St. Andrew's cross didn't lift his head to face her. ”Imman Han,” she called the man's name, her tone was cold and biting, it made Imman shiver in his post.
”I didn't do anything. I swear,” Imman Kang cried, saliva spitting out as he swore on his life, training his eyes on the floor, ignoring Olivia's presence.
”I haven't introduced myself yet. How would you know if you haven't done something on me?” Olivia tilted her head to the side.
”I know you. I've watched you, but I didn't touch you. I swear! Ask your parents. They saw the medical reports. I haven't touched a single of your hair.”
”Parents?” Olivia's brows furrowed. Was talking about Auntie Martha and Henry?
”Yes! Your parents visited me in prison. Rona and Henry.”
Olivia scrunched her nose at the tiny detail she just unearthed. So the Headmistress wasn't just a part-time lover, but was also co-parenting her with Henry?
How fcking sweet.