[Trigger Warning: Blood and Gore, Physical and Psychological torture and abuse. Please read at your own discretion.]
The screams were only getting louder and louder each time Bradley clipped the fingers of the child ruthlessly. Samuel couldn't care less about his vocal cords shattering apart from the thorns that pierced him harder every time he screamed. He just needed to be heard.
He just needed to be saved.
Private Joshua tightly closed his fists, trying to endure the pain of having to witness what the child was going through.
Bradley clipped all 10 fingers of the child without leaving any and the child screamed his life out. Devastated and out of energy, he could only whimper now.
"A demo," Bradley spoke, shaking their cores.
That was a demo?!
"Now comes the real thing." Bradley moved his gaze towards Private Joshua. "You're next, Private."
A chill traveled down the Private's spine.
