Chapter 461 - Four Hundred And Sixty One: The Threat Was Gone Forever (1/2)

Note: Gruesome scene ahead.

The third point of view:

Niklaus was grateful for the fact that he had not brought Reina to this place else he would not have tortured Miguel to his heart's content- it was a known fact women were not a fan of violence.

Niklaus's heart was hardened because the only thing that he could think about was what would have happened if Reina and his kids had died in the bastard's hands. What would he have done? Because he was sure as hell that his life would never remain the same.

The blood-curdling scream from Miguel didn't move both men - Niklaus and Sakuzi - watching the scene with an expressionless face. Instead, they were busy analyzing the location that would cause him more pain.

By the time Niklaus waved his hand, more than ten needles had been pierced into Miguel's body, he twitched in pain. He wanted to speak out, but he didn't have the strength to say with all the screaming he had been doing; his voice was dry and husky.

Niklaus turned to Fernandez, ”How is it?”

”Good, but I'm still not satisfied,” was Sakuzi's answer, ”Don't tell me it's over already?”

”Of course not, it's not over yet, but we have to make sure he doesn't bleed out and die in the process. He needs to be alive to enjoy all the dishes I prepared,” Niklaus smiled, but to Miguel that was a smirk from the depth of hell.

He didn't know whether to cry or laugh, here they were, discussing the best way to end him as if he was an animal. He was a human. A fucking human with rights for crying out loud!

”Shall we continue?”

”Of course, go ahead. I should not be a hindrance to your fun,” Sakuzi declared with all seriousness.

Miguel felt goosebumps on his arms as soon as Niklaus rested his gaze on him saying, ”I heard you touched my daughter,”

Oh boy, he was finished. He never thought this would be brought up. He had said it then to get a rise out of Reina. Well, maybe, he did want to touch Isabella a little - what male would resist such astounding beauty. But in the end, he didn't do it, did he?

”No, no, no,” Miguel began to shake his head in denial, ”I did not mean anything I had said, it was just a joke,” he was hoping to do damage control. Well, what was the use when he was going to die anyway?

”You see, that's the problem...” All smiles vanished from Niklaus' face, ”I don't joke around with my family,” He looked like a grim reaper of death saying those.

”I'm sorry... Forgive me!” Miguel broke down in tears like a little kid. Snots trailed down his nose, his eyes so red and swollen, it was a wonder he could still see.

But none of those words touched Niklaus' heart, instead, he ordered, ”I need to see the hand you touched Isabella with,”

”No, no, no!” Miguel refused to show his right hand but the men quickly overpowered him, unlocked his right hand from the cuffs, and placed it on the desk the other had pulled over immediately while another came over with a knife.

”Please don't...!” Miguel pissed on his pants in the process of begging. Not that it changed their mind anyway because the next that was heard was his anguish scream as the fingers of his right hand were chopped off one after the other like a piece of meat with a blunt knife - intentionally prolonging the torture.

At this point, it was obvious to everyone that Miguel was on the verge of death. With the amount of blood bled out on the floor, he wouldn't survive the next thirty minutes.

”This is getting too tedious, just end him,” Sakuzi said to him.