Solace at World's End Taste Of Brutality

Nicole, without wasting ti, walked towards an instructor in a blue robe.

She didn't ask them any questions, nor did she interrogate them as they thought she would.

Instead, she stood in front of the blue robed instructor. She held his shoulders and slowly lifted him up.

Then, without giving him a second, she took his hands and caressed his fingers.

"Principal Wh--" Before he could talk

Crack- Splurt

She ripped the finger from the base, leaving blood spurting from the broken bone.

For a second he just stood there looking at Nicole with his bloodied hand. Then a sudden sharp pain passed through his body. And at that exact second he scread with agonizing pain traveling through his entire being.

He tried to clutch his hand and escape from Nicole's grip, but her hands were bound like heavy tal chains that tightened the more he tried to free himself.

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"Please! Please don't-" He attempted to plead once more, but again she ripped out another one of his fingers. More and more pain filled his being as if the broken bone split from the base was spitting fire.

Then, without waiting, she broke one more.

Then again.

Then again.

Then again.

Then again.

Again and again, she ripped apart nine of his fingers; during all of this, he did not stop screaming; instead, his screams intensified with each wound on his body. What was left was a stumped palm with blood covering it as well.

All of his ten fingers were gone and had beco a bloody, squashed ss. His stumpy palm scread torture. His eyes were in a teary pool of water, his nose had beco a snobby ss, and his mouth beca a bloody spectacle from trying to brave the pain.

The others watching beca chilled. The very act of seeing the man's torture brought them to tears.

So of them cried.

It would have been a different story if they were raised by the church, but they were not. They were not raised by the church. They were just recruited, so they were quite unfamiliar with torture.

But Nicole did not stop for them. After ripping out his fingers, she then moved towards his legs.

Again the room filled with intense, pained screams.

The only sound that accompanied it was the sound of bone snapping.

After his toes, she went towards his eyes, then ears, then his tongue.

The instructor who looked complete just monts ago now looked a bloody ss.

Seeing that he was still alive. She sighed and moved to the next.

That is when Damien felt that his life was flashing before him.