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.

I mention the

Stupid me.

This was cinema.

middle of the large space, facing the ‘stage‘ to catch

angled like twin snipers, two RED V–RAPTOR XL 8K VNs stood

bastards who hurt her, slowly

this isn’t a

This is reality.

A personal horror feature.

live screening, 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

grin as I quickly walked to the table

I clapped my hands once, “Who’s

gagged, and slumped in their chairs like

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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of it like silver laced with wolfsbane and paralysis root, suspended in

them hyper–aware of pain. They’ll

still burned with that familiar 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 his own piss and bleeding out the corners of his mouth thinking he

I had just the exact tool to make sure he