Unbothered by the feelings of anyone around him, Victor dropped his facade and turned to Aoife's husband.
He brought a knife seemingly out of nowhere, slicing Aoife's brother's neck with just enough strength to draw blood.
"N-NO!" Aoife screamed desperately yet her pleas had no effect on Victor as he calmly gave an order.
"Follow along, Luc'."
Luc' immediately complied, taking out a knife strapped under the hem of her skirt and slicing apart Aoife's brother's cheeks.
Unlike Victor, who did it way too slowly and carefully to the point one sneeze or scream from the man below would kill him, Luc' was brutal.
Her personal vendetta ran deep, coming to light, as she lightly sliced apart his skin, drawing blood slowly and gruesomely.
Now, it was Aoife's turn to be shell shocked at the sight.
It didn't take her long to understand that no one would really come to save her and her family.
