71 Destroy Him

After having lunch together, Bryan, Alfred and Michael followed behind Jason's car; making sure they got back to the villa safely. By the time they arrived home, Selina had fallen asleep in the backseat. Carefully, Jason carried her out of the car while Celinda opened the door for them.

Since Bryan, Alfred and Michael have helped them with Selina's bags; they followed them into the villa. Selina was usually a light sleeper, but she seemed extra tired today. After walking into her room, Celinda unfolded the blanket for Jason to tuck her in bed.

Quietly, everyone exited the room without making a sound. Sitting in the living room, Celinda's complexion didn't seem too good. When Jason asked if she felt alright, she only nodded and didn't speak as if she had many things going on in her mind. There were a few times where she parted her lips and rubbed her thumbs nervously, but didn't speak.

When Bryan and the others stood up and got ready to leave, Celinda took a deep breath and asked a question. "What will you guys do to Roger?"

Her question gave everyone a shock. Jason squatted down by where she sat and observed her expression. She nervously chewed on her lip with signs of distress. Seeing her odd behavior, Jason replied with a question. "When did you find out?"

"I overheard your conversation at the hospital. Answer me. What will you do to him?" Her body trembled, but her eyes were filled with determination to get an answer out of them.

"Celinda, then let me ask you instead. What is it that you want us to do to him?" Bryan slipped his hand out of his pocket and straightened his spine as he spoke.

She muttered lowlily at first. Soon, she repeated herself a few more times; each time louder than the previous. "I want you guys to destroy him. All the Sins. Can you do it?"

This was the first time Celinda has ever said anything related to harming someone. Jason gripped her shoulders and looked her in the eyes, "Celinda, what's wrong? This is not-"

She cut his words off and grasped his arms tightly. "You guys weren't with her when she did the body exam! When the doctor held the stethoscope against her chest, she rushed into my arms. After we were left alone, she told me she remembered how the cold, sharp blade felt when it stabbed her. It reminded her of the pain that bastard caused. The Sins don't deserve an ounce of sympathy."

Staring deeply into her tear-soaked eyes, he remembered finding her cold body shivering on the bed. His eyes darkened as he analyzed her words. At the sound of her despair, he could hear her internal struggles, which was not related to Selina. She was raging and breaking; similar to her breakdowns before her marriage.

"Sorry, give us some time alone. I'll contact you guys later." Jason watched them leave before kneeling down on the carpet. With his hands caressing her cheeks, he gently asked her with his eyebrows slightly raised.

"Celinda, what's wrong? Other than the time he drugged you, what did that bastard do?" He dried the moistness of her cheeks as more tears rushed out of her eyes. Her silent cries broke as soon as she heard his words.

Her arms pulled him in for a hug, burying her face into his shoulder. "Brother...He has been lying to me since the beginning. He hired gangs to kidnap me and attempt to sexually assault me. There were four...five of them? I don't even remember. He gained my trust after saving me, changed my vitamins and pushed me to depression. I was scared. I was so scared. I thought I could put everything down, but I found out I couldn't forget any of it. I can't forgive him."

She choked between her words as she vented out her frustration and pain. In the recent years, she stopped smiling and started locking herself at home because of this reason. How much pain did she struggle alone? How much courage did it take for her to tell him all this?

His eyes turned a shade redder as he consoled her back. "I'll kill that bastard. I won't let him off. I'll go tonight and make sure he suffers until his last breath. Stay with Selina while I'm gone. If there is anything you want me to do to him, I'll do it. Destroy him? I'll do it. I won't give him an easy death. I'm sorry for not realizing how much you've been going through. I'm sorry."

Since there were leftovers from lunch and groceries in the fridge, Jason left Selina and Celinda at the villa. After making sure the doors were locked, he tripled the number of men to watch over the house while he deals with Roger.

He texted the address to Bryan, Alfred and Michael for them to meet him at the location. As soon as they met up, he led them to his family's secret dungeon. In one of the cells, chains were binding Roger's hands and feet to a wall. With his body standing upright and limbs outstretched, the cold metal dug into his wrists; holding him up.

The icy chains weighed his ankle down as it fit tightly around his ankles; slowing down the blood flow to his feet. Roger woke up to the sounds of heavy footsteps charging towards his cell. He heard the gates unlock and forced his eyes opened.

Before he could react, Jason's brass knuckle already landed on his cheeks. One punch after another, he could hear his bones breaking to small fragments.

Bryan and the others could care less about Jason's attacks as they focused on Roger's wrist. Seeing the tattoo that matched the one in their thoughts, Alfred stopped Jason from knocking Roger out with those punches. Roger's face was swollen beyond recognition. If the punches continued, he would definitely collapse.

Bryan gripped one of his fingers and started the interrogation. "Speak, are you related to the Snake Nest group?"

Roger's eyes widened in shock. The Snake Nest group was a very hidden group that very few actually knew about them. The group was considered one of the deepest roots of the underworld. His slow response earned him a broken finger as Bryan aligned Roger's finger against the back of his hand. He screamed petrifying cries as he begged for them to stop.

Michael took the other hand and immediately broke two fingers. "Answer the question."

Roger cried. "Yes! Yes! I knew someone from that gang. I even know the boss. If you want me to spare your lives, then let me go. I promise I won't speak a word about what you guys did to me! You must have kidnapped the wrong person!"

Bryan smirked, "You already started ratting your group out? These fingers aren't needed at all." Within the next second, all four fingers were broken. He whispered, "Oh, right. What did you call my sister again? Bitch ass girlfriend? I'll make you define what bitch ass really means."

"Yo..You...Who is your sister?! Peter's fiancée? Peter is my cousin! Let me go! We're family, so we shouldn't fight each other!" Roger pleaded with tears gushing out of his eyes.

"Hah! Family? We're the total opposite of that. How did you think Ken and Fanny Sin ended up in prison?" Bryan scoffed at his words.

"Then you should give my boss some face! I'm my boss' favorite underling! He sent gangs to help me many times to get what I wanted. Celinda became my wife for a reason! You should be scared of him!" Roger groaned in pain as his anxiety crept in.

"Face? Ahh, did I forget to introduce myself again? Guess I did. Silly me. I'm the ruler of the underworld. What face would I have to give? Whose face would be worth my respect? Your boss is merely the size of a dust particle in my eyes. And you dare bring him up? Funny." Bryan saw the fear in Roger's eyes with slight satisfaction.

Jason clapped his hands, instructing two guards to unchain him. Leading the guards and the trio to a dimmed room where drug addicts were held captively; Jason smirked, "You see these men inside? They're all high and sexually active. Don't worry. They willingly took the aphrodisiac to service you. They'll fulfill all your desires at once."

With that said, the guards shoved him into the room and locked the door from behind before releasing the drug addicts. Roger screamed as he felt strong arms pressing him down on the floor. Each of them ravaged his private parts like beasts that haven't eaten in ages. This went on for hours until the drug effects worn off.

The room smelled like semen, blood and sweat. As the guards dragged Roger back to the cell, liquid leaked down his legs, making him cry in severe pain. His nude body fell to the cold ground. His body hurled to a fetus position. Jason's voice echoed in his ears. "This is how it feels like to be a victim of sexual assault. And you're lucky because you won't feel pain soon."

Hearing his words, Roger looked up in shock. His body was already covered in bruises and suffered from brutal treatment. "What..What do you guys want from me? Please don't kill me.."

Bryan walked up to him and stomped on his arm. In a split second, he chopped off his wrist with the tattoo on it. "This is for my sister, and your wrist is for your boss."

Roger cursed as blood splattered everywhere. He stared at his trembling, bleeding wound and begged them to stitch it back on. One of the guards came into the cell with a bucket of Carolina Reaper pepper soaked in water. Under Jason's gesture, the guard splashed teaspoons of it onto the fresh wound.

He drowned in his own sweat as the pepper water burned his raw flesh, inflaming his insides. The pain came in waves as the pepper stuck to his bloody flesh, increasing its sting every second that passes. Once pepper water no longer produced any reactions from him; his open wound was stuffed into a bag of fire ants.

The ants had no routes to run towards other than the bloody meat. Like paper cuts that bleed painfully and itch at the same time; he felt the ants crawling under his skin. Each bite burned tremendously, but he had no strength to scream. His breathing quickened from dehydration and starvation. His world began to spin in swirls.

During the last minutes of his life, he felt the splashes of sizzling, hot oil against his genitals. With one last scream, his eyes shut forever. His body was completely destroyed; beyond recognition. Michael said emotionlessly, "Cut off the area affected by the spices and fire ants. Then, feed the rest of his body to hungry wild dogs."

After everything was over, the chopped wrist was stuffed into a box, wrapped with a ribbon and delivered to the Snake Nest's headquarters. Alfred left the box in front of the gang leader's house door and left immediately after.

Twenty minutes later, a slim figure appeared with shopping bags dangling from her arms as she made her way to the door. She picked up the box on the floor with a smile on her face, thinking it was a gift for her. Upon entering the living room, she placed the box down and walked seductively to the young man's lap.

"I'm back, darling." Shirley Han said as she pinched his chin teasingly.

"Back so soon? Looks like you bought a mansion worth of items again." His deep, dangerous voice sounded annoyed by her behavior. He clicked his tongue and tilted his head away from her touch.

Since he was not in a good mood, she tried changing the topic to the box she found in front of his door. "Did you get me this present? The box looks so pretty! What is it?"

"I didn't buy you anything." His expression darkened as he saw her acting all innocent again.

Once the ribbon fell to the ground and the iron scent filled the room, Shirley's scream pierced through his ears, provoking his bottom-line patience.

"Shut up! What is it?!" He stood up from the seat and saw the bloody horror in the box. Recognizing the tattoo on the broken wrist, he slapped the box to the floor and let the wrist roll off to the corner.

"Who was it?" He turned his attention to the camera footage on his phone where he didn't catch anyone at his door. Then he realized, someone had hacked into his security system without him noticing.

Grinning, he dialed for people to clean up the mess in his living room. While he was on the call, Shirley shivered in fear and kept tugging his arm for his attention. Frustrated by her actions, he quickly ended the call and pulled her wrist away from his arm.

"Don't touch me. I'm dealing with you next."