Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother

Chapter 390

Unbelievable.

Norlan now gives me fucking parables?

He made to keep walking when one of my men approached us.

“We’re all set, Alpha.”

Good. It’s about that time.

I took long strides, in a hurry to charge into that bunker and chop–chop.

The moment I stepped in, a small moan escaped my throat.

Because, oh, fuck me, the setup was perfect.

The table was a fucking dream.

A nightmare, actually. For them.

Lined up neatly like silverware at a fancy restaurant were hammers, batons, wrenches, knives, scalpels, and even a damn saw. Big, small, clean, stained, name it. Each one practically begging me to pick them up and start the music.

The axe? Oh, that one was my fucking favorite.

mention the

Stupid me.

This was cinema.

LF with Signature Prime Lenses stood in the middle of the large space, facing the ‘stage‘

RED V–RAPTOR XL 8K VNs stood ready to capture every glorious fucking second of the show

to Mine to give her a front–row seat to this little horror show, so she could watch me execute the bastards who hurt her, slowly and intimately. But knowing Kasmine? She’d go all soft, cry into her sleeve like she does during horror movies, whispering,

isn’t a

This is reality.

A personal horror feature.

I did what’s best for her. I decided to record every filthy second of the show. I’ll hand it to her whenever she’s ready to see what I did for her…

table with

boys,” I clapped my hands once,

and slumped in their chairs like bags of

looked pathetic. Sorry excuses who call themselves men. Blood kept trickling down their heads, noses, heck, all around their bodies, I had ordered for special doses of The Witch–Brew Shot to be injected into them very gradually over the last four hours, enough to get them

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laced with wolfsbane and paralysis root,

halts healing but leaves them hyper–aware of pain. They’ll be trapped in a body that will

fire of a man who’d watched a thousand others suffer without blinking. The arenait pick Wants to die with pride? Trying not to show any form of weakness, like he wasn’t soaked in

tool to make sure he bled from the