Disclaimer: This chapter contains scenes of torture that may cause discomfort to certain readers, if you don't like this type of reading, I recommend that you skip this chapter!
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The old man's body began to fall upon the cold, hard stairs of the basement. It had been years since they were polished, and all the corners were serrated and broken, something that, fortunately for Strax, helped old Oswald to shatter completely.
Still lying on the ground, he screamed in pain through the bindings in his mouth, which still managed to muffle the noise of his cries. He was so badly hurt that his knees and ribs probably even broke. However, did Strax care? Not at all.
He descended the stairs slowly while turning on the lights, seeing the man, unable to move, looking at him, he had only one reaction.
He walked over the broken body of the man, while Jason just watched the scene, with conflicting feelings.
"He's not the young master I knew..." he murmured. "What made him change so much in just six years?"
"Pay him," Strax said as he picked up an old chair, which had two braces on the legs and two on the arms, which served perfectly to... restrain someone.
"The Baron was someone I didn't like very much, but he loved to kill some people who bothered him. One day I came down here and saw him torturing a man, I was hidden, of course," Strax said and Oswald's eyes widened.
"Put him there, I'll get some things," Strax said and went to the storage area at the end of the basement, which was filled with liquor.
Jason didn't see anything, but heard noises of metal against metal echoing through the walls, as if it were a toolbox.
Inside the box were things like hammers, wooden saws, and nails, as well as a sort of crowbar.
"We'll have a lot of fun tonight, Oswald," Strax said, taking out a hammer, as he started to approach the man's completely immobilized body on the chair.
He leaned close to his face and uttered, "It's like they say, all it takes is one bad day for a man to go insane," Strax said with a smile as his red eyes showed how crazy he was.
With the hammer in his hands, he looked at the man's hands. He wasn't that old, probably in his middle age, close to forty years old.
"We'll test this one first," Strax said, pointing the hammer to his fingers, then a strong blow came.
"Mmph!" The muffled cry came when his index finger was crushed, surpassing the gag in his mouth and echoing through the place. "Oh, so you felt that...," Strax said. "I wonder how it felt to attack Beatrice, isn't it?" He commented and again, another blow on his second finger, his middle finger. "Mmmph!" A louder scream, which didn't make Strax pause for a second.
Followed by another, "Mmph!" when his ring finger was gone, then the thumb. "Ungh!
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