. He promised . [ Mild Torture ].

[A\N; mild torture. you have been warned...though I'm new to it...* mumbling something incoherent*... ]

Hanze clicked his tongue while admiring his piece of artwork on the floor... It was still not enough... The youth was fully clothed and shivering on the floor no... This wasn't the results he imagined.

"So... Now that you're no longer hungry, We should move on to the next section right?.". He said tapping his fingers on his cheeks and began walking towards Anying.

His spatial ring appeared on his ring finger.

Anying shivered more when he heard that... In this state he couldn't take another punishment... Alright he promised.. promised not to ever disobey Hanze again..

He promised.. please he promised... But he couldn't voice it out... His throat and mouth were sore due to how much pain he endured...

But Hanze wouldn't be Hanze if he didn't know what Anying was thinking.. well.. he just didn't care.

Anying watched him approach with a silver bag appearing in his hands...

What was in it?.... He wondered.

"It's the Ai BJA pack.. which I specially took from the purchaser for this special occasion.. aren't I generous?". Hanze answered and asked when he saw anying's expressions...

He was doomed... Anying was doomed... When he heard this... Those scary things..

He knew he was dead and so doomed, He was forced to speak... To plead.. ". P--please... I-i.... I can't take it...I.. Don't.. don't.."While trying to back away, but he couldn't even move... Talk less back away.

Hanze ignored his pleas to stop, and proceeded to do what he wanted to do. He arrived in front of the youth in no time and ripped off his clothes apart with a fearsome force.

And Anying winced again... His bare skin was now being hit by air... And the water of earlier was still making him feel cold... Plus.. Hanze was staring at him with the cold-blooded killer expectant eyes..

He felt like dying... He wanted help.. anybody.... Anyone.. . Should help him please...

Even the two nipples on his chest were already hard due to his body temperature.. yet alas... Hanze didn't care, as the man brought out a silverish beautiful handcuff to hold his already fragile wrists together...

The bind was tight... But Anying was glad... It wasn't with spikes... OR he would have died for real ...

But he really wanted to flee... He didn't want this... He didn't want this... He really didn't want this at all....

Hanze watched him for a while before deciding to hasten up the process ... After all Anying would soon loose consciousness... And if the youth did, it would give him more time to plan more torturous methods...

And Anying would certainly not survive them like this one which was light...

So he immediately went for the laceration knife.. And when he pulled it out, anying's blood ran cold...

Was... Was that thing going to be used on him?...

"N-no... Hanze no... Hanze please don't do it.. nononononono... Please I'd do.. a-anything ... Y-yes.. anything.. .you ask me from now on .... but please don't do t-this.. d-don't... please... don't do it.....".

But he was unlucky because a stinging feeling suddenly appeared on his chest when Hanze moved.... And when he looked down, he saw a deep gash with blood gushing out to contrast his pale skin..

Causing him to gulp then scream when the pain overwhelmed him.

"Ahhhhh!!....".

Yet his scream didn't fully subside yet, when another gash appeared on his shoulder blade.. Hanze cut him again.

"S-stop.. please stop!.". He pleaded yet no.. no one heard him as Hanze continued cutting his skin with the sharp edged knife that brought pain to it's victims...

And by the time the twenty ninth gash appeared on Anying's body, his whole body was covered in blood and pieces of his flesh could be seen... He had lost a lot of blood and his body was now completely powerless...

His voice now.. he was sure it was non-existent because of all the screaming he did only for them to be treated as air.. all he could do was tremble and whimper with the little strength left in his body before he lost the consciousness he had been praying to loose...

And only then was Hanze partially satisfied... This torture after all for him was too light. Tearing someone's skin while coating the wounds with flesh eroding poison was even just a little bit higher than this one so.....

"Sigh* how unsatisfying this is..." He said.. shaking his head and sighing disappointedly.

Next time then.. he would plan a more torturous one than this.

(... A psychopath... This guy is a psychopath!!!).

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