Demon Hunter jolted awake from his unconscious state, extending a trembling hand as he crawled forward. "Enough! Enough! Let me go! Let me go right now!"
Charles grinned, "Go? You must be joking. We've only just completed the wound cleaning and disinfection. The most crucial step is yet to come. Take a look!"
"While you were unconscious, to make you feel a little more relaxed, I even gave you a special design. What do you think, isn't it nice?"
Horrified, Demon Hunter twisted his head to look at the wound on his shoulder. On his skin, over the black bone eroded by Black Widow, there was a heart-shaped mark neatly carved out.
It looked, disturbingly, almost cute.
"Feel a bit more relaxed now?" Charles asked earnestly.
"Fucking relaxed? I fuck you! I'm going to kill you!" Demon Hunter roared, trembling as he pulled a revolver from his belt, aiming it at Charles.
