Twisted Ties of Love
Chapter 156

Heckter found himself tightly bound to a pole, his cries echoing through the air. This slow and agonizing torture far exceeded the prospect of a swift and painless death. Yet, both Brett and Heckter derived a

sick pleasure from inflicting suffering upon others.

A knife, now glowing red-hot, seared his flesh, leaving behind brutal burn marks.

The blade's tip mercilessly sliced away the charred remains.

"I have erred, President Windham. I implore you to show mercy and spare me this time," Heckter pleaded desperately.

"Did you extend such mercy to Izabella when she pleaded for her life?" In truth, Izabella never begged for mercy, but even if she had, Heckter would not have granted it to her back then.

"Take off his pants."

The henchman doing the torturing didn't hesitate, dropping the knife to remove Heckter's pants.

Heckter pissed himself from fear, and when they took off his pants, the smell of pee filled the air. The man holding the pants frowned in disgust.

Heckter didn't know what Brett was planning to do, but since his pants were off, he could only imagine terrible things. With a cold breeze down there and a fearful heart, his fear reached its peak, his head went numb, his ears buzzed, and his legs trembled uncontrollably.

Heckter's face turned pale, his lips trembling as he mustered the courage to speak. "President Windham, what... what are you doing?"

Brett's gaze remained calm and collected as he replied, a hint of cruelty lacing his words. "Since you have no control over your own actions, it's better to remove that part of you." He lounged back, observing the scene with detached interest, his words like sharp knives that pierced through Heckter's core. The torment was unbearable, leaving Heckter on the verge of wetting himself once again, if he hadn't already. "President Windham, please, I beg you!" Heckter pleaded, desperation evident in his voice. "It's true that I had an encounter with your woman, but she willingly participated. Moreover, I didn't harm her in any way."

He was previously beaten to the point of having a speech impediment, but fear completely cleared it up. Heckter was sniveling through tears.

Heckter's thoughts raced, trying to rationalize the situation. Yes, he had committed sins, but the severity of the punishment felt disproportionate. True, there were instances where he had resorted to violence against Izabella, but the wounds on her wrists were self-inflicted. Let's not forget that she had even stabbed him in the shoulder. Their relationship was marked by cruelty on both sides, but Brett... Brett was on another level entirely. He was inhumane, wanting to castrate Heckter as a punishment.

Brett remained silent, his expression growing increasingly somber. His fingers tapped incessantly on the armrest, a telltale sign of the internal turmoil he was experiencing.

"You said Izabella went willingly?"

"Yes, she did."

The dim lighting cast a hazy shadow over Brett's face, making it difficult for Heckter, tears welling up in his eyes, to discern his features clearly. However, he could sense the piercing and intimidating gaze fixed upon him.

Trembling, Heckter stammered, "If President Windham doubts me, you can ask my subordinate. He possesses the agreement that Izabella signed."

Brett let out a cold snort.

The man tormenting Heckter glanced back at Brett, who gestured with a wave of his hand. In response, the man reluctantly lowered the knife, prompting Heckter to breathe a sigh of relief. Brett ordered, "Call him and ask him to bring the agreement over."

Not daring to disobey, Heckter quickly recited a string of numbers. One of Brett's henchmen dialed the number, and soon after, following Brett's instructions, someone brought the agreement Izabella had signed.

After waiting for nearly half an hour, the agreement finally arrived. It was handed to Brett respectfully.

This was the original document, and Brett could tell that the handwriting was indeed Izabella's, with her handprint on it as well.

He quickly glanced through the content, and with each line he read, his grip on the paper tightened.

How could Izabella sign such an agreement to sell herself?! To help Lucas pay off the ten million, she agreed to sleep with Heckter for one night!

Heckter saw the agreement and gave a sigh of relief. He wasn't sure how useful this document would be, but looking at Brett's expression, it seemed he believed it.

All Heckter wanted now was to save his life and the manhood he feared losing.

Brett didn't say anything, his expression dark and ominous as he clenched the agreement tightly in his hand.

He kept reading the few lines of content over and over again, with his anger growing each time.

Izabella, Izabella, Izabella! This name was etched like a brand into his heart with every repetition.

"President Windham, since Izabella went willingly, it has nothing to do with me. Can you let me go? I promise never to appear in front of you again."

Brett lifted his head, his somber eyes sending a chilling wave through the hearts of onlookers. "You can never appear only if you're dead," he declared.

"President Windham, I've made a terrible mess, and I'm deeply sorry. Please spare me." Heckter had no inkling of what lay ahead, but fear began consuming him, bit by bit. His mind went blank, rendering him unable to think clearly. All he could do was offer repeated apologies.

Yet, could a mere apology absolve him of his transgressions? What about the injuries inflicted upon Izabella's body?

Heckter's crying made people feel sick. Thinking of the painful experience Izabella had in his hands, Brett tore up the agreement and threw it on the ground, ordering his henchman, "Cover his head."

Fear reaches its peak when shrouded in the unknown. With his vision obstructed and immersed in darkness, Heckter's fear intensified.

He continued pleading incessantly until eventually succumbing to the overwhelming sensations, losing consciousness. Blood trickled onto the floor, creating winding trails, while the air grew heavy with the scent of iron.

"President Windham, should we revive him?"

It would prove challenging for Heckter to awaken from this ordeal. Brett shook his head. "Place him in a bag and discard him in an alley."

A fate worse than death was being alive wishing to be dead. He wanted Heckter to live, painfully, witnessing everything he owned disappearing bit by bit. That was the consequence of hurting Izabella. "Clean this place up." Brett stood up and walked out, stepping over the torn pieces of paper.

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