Quantavius and Naheer
(A/N: I recommend not consuming any food while reading this chapter, as it could be slightly disturbing.)
"Usually, I let the scrubs do this," said Alex as he slit a man's wrist, maintaining a stoic expression as blood sprayed from the wound and the pained cries and screeches of the man entered his ears. "I can't help but say it's a little disturbing. Well, I'll get used to it in this lifetime."
He sat atop a wooden chair on the verge of shattering as he watched two men hang from ropes that tied their ankles. The men were hung upside-down and slathered in blood, gore, and wounds, symbolizing Alex's torture.
He'd begun slow, eventually increasing the intensity until the trained minds of the stalkers succumbed to his wrath. He'd initially been doubtful whether they'd survive due to their frail bodies but was pleasantly surprised by their endurance, which surpassed earthly human bounds.