Chapter 348 - She mistook her feelings for him? (1/2)

At some underground base,

The low voice of painful wincing was echoing in the air. Someone was greatly in pain but even listening it felt like the whole world had turned a deaf ear to his painful calls. There were many people around but none cared to show any care to those calls. It felt like those calls never reached anyone's ears.

People were all around but none were there to rescue the person from pain. All heard him but none showed any signs of sympathy as if all had an intention to punish him with a dreadful and painful death.

With every passing second the screams were only increasing in its pitch and volume as if someone was just doubling the pain one after the another.

At this moment, strong firm steps approaching from the end of the hall corridor were heard. The sound was very faint but still it made the men present there, to straighten themselves up and compose themselves in a very respectful manner.

Their swift movements of composing themselves can make anyone feel that it was some type of formidable immortal, descending down to honor everyone with his presence.

When the figure and that cold face became visible in that darkness, it nearly made everyone go on their knees. It was none other than Deming. Though the normal public haven't known who was the main person behind the supreme power of this city yet these men knew very well who was the real boss ruling over the masses.

Deming's brows were still tightened in a line while his jaws were still clenched tight, making everyone aware of the anger in his mind and heart. All the men who were standing on the way, bowed down in respect but didn't receive any response in return. Not that anyone can complain or question.

Without paying any heed to the surrounding the man directly strutted in the cell from where the screams were coming out. When he got in, he could smell the stinking blood on the floors but those stinks seemed to bring no changes in his expressions. He has been long used to such smells now.

Inside a man was lying on the floor all curled up in agony. Bloods were dripping from his limbs but no onlooker can tell with confidence that from exactly which area has caused such blood loss.

Another man was also standing at the side holding a thorny – leather whip in his hand. As he saw the Boss arriving with such big strides, he straightened himself and bowed slightly in respect, ”Boss!”

Someone quickly brought in a leather chair for Deming to sit but instead of sitting on it, Deming extended his forward getting to demand the whip. Without showing any hesitation the man handed the leather thorny whip in his hand.

Getting his hands on the whip with no restraints, he didn't wait for any other second and started whipping the life out the man who dared to show the worst audacity. If it was someone else, Deming never had dirtied his hands like this.

But this was not someone else; rather it was the man who had tried to ruin the innocence and the confidence of the woman, he treasured with his whole life. He whipped and whipped until the man passed out with pain and loss of blood. The screams that came after each hard strike was like a satisfying music to his ears.

He wasn't a sadist with nature or character but seeing this particular person in pain was calming his nerves down, pacifying the anger he was feeling in his heart.

”Sir, he has passed out. What should we do next?” the man asked looking at the unmoving body of the man. After being so many years in this world, now he can easily tell when the person is dead and when he is just unconscious.

”Call the Doctor! Treat him the best but after treating him, bring him back to this situation again. Skin him alive, make sure that he could never feel his limbs attached to his body for the rest of his remaining days. Try all the new ways of torture that gets into your mind. Make him your experiment piece”, he said.

His face showed no signs of sympathy even after looking a half dead man in front of his eyes. No traces of humanity can be traced in his deep dark eyes, only the darkness of torture and hell was lingering inside those intense pairs.