"Argh... Y-you?!" Visana's hands throbbed with pain, and fueled by anger, she directed all her rage at Damien. Feeling utterly helpless and depleted from the recent accident and her overwhelming exhaustion, she could only endure the agony at the hands of the man who dared to lay a finger on her daughter.
"Tch, let me clarify this again: I want you to become my slave—a good slave who makes money." Damien's ears pricked at her winces and groans, and he realized he should ease up on her fingers. The risk of breaking them was too great, especially with her already being in such a fragile state of near death.
"Urgh...f...uck off!"
"Haah, Screw mercy." The moment he heard her curse, any flicker of mercy he might have had vanished. He increased the pressure until he felt the sickening crack of her bones under his boot.
