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Naughty? Wasteful? Hah, Liam Stevens continuously cursed inside, wishing he could peel the skin and muscles from the man in front of him had he not fallen into his trap today. But did he really have the ability to do this? His face filled with despair, Stevens covered his face as he coughed out a few bloody teeth, his face turning a deathly pale. What a damned brain this man had to come up with such a thing? Tying himself to a missile and kindly including a protective suit? The slow torture was truly more horrifying than death!
A sudden wave of intense fear came over him like a gaping-mouthed demon, tearing at his soul, gnawing at his flesh, plunging his heart into an abyss. Out of control, Stevens roared hysterically, "Yves King, how could you be such a bastard! So heartless! Are you even human? Please, if you really want revenge, just shoot me now and let it be over."
