The Super Bodyguard of the Beautiful CEO
Chapter 60 - 53: Torture in the Dream

Chapter 60: Chapter 53: Torture in the Dream

"The police have already uncovered all your details, you’re that Zombie Slayer, aren’t you? And the one who died, called the Mummy Slayer, did I get that right?" Lin Mu asked with a sneer.

"You, you’re the legendary mercenary king of the North African Plain, Lin Mu..."

"Good to know," Lin Mu interrupted him coldly, "tell me willingly that you’re ready to answer all my questions!"

The Zombie Slayer remained silent, eyes fixed on Lin Mu, who was equally silent, but his eyes were like two sharp swords, radiating an intimidating glow! Within that electrifying and blazing light, a silvery gray hue suddenly emerged, freezing the Zombie Slayer’s will entirely.

Within this silvery gray light, the Zombie Slayer plunged into bewilderment, as if entering a dream, or maybe that dream was real, because he suddenly found himself bound like a palm tree on a hard execution stage, blazing fire beneath him, and Lin Mu holding a flame-licked dagger!

The dagger had already carved bloody lines across his flesh, like red and white striped zebra lines!

By now, the person before him was wedging bamboo sticks one by one into the gaps between his fingers, first the index finger, then the middle finger, little finger, and finally the thumb, each strike eliciting a wail from the Zombie!

"Please... spare me..."

"Too late..."

With a squelch, the fingernail of the index finger was ripped off alive, barely allowing a more miserable wail before the second nail was peeled off, then the third... the Zombie Slayer fainted from the pain...

Splash, a basin of cold water woke him up again,

"Just let me die quickly!" The Zombie wailed, "I beg you!"

He truly regretted growing these ten fingers, it would have been better to chop them off with a kitchen knife early on, truthfully, for a sadistic torturer, every part of his body was a burden!

For the person opposite him was like a devil, no, he was nearly a devil that drinks blood and picks bones thoroughly!

At that moment, a cruel sadistic smile appeared in the devil’s eyes, he didn’t speak, but a kind of voice seemed to transmit from his mind, "You will die, yes, but we Wolf Fang have a form of killing performance art, I want to try it on you, and I want to teach you how to appreciate the beauty of death!"

"The beauty of... death?" The Zombie Slayer felt a chilling coldness in his heart, "Wolf Fang... mercenary organization... indeed as twisted as the legends... without... a shred of humanity..."

"Thank you for the compliment!" That voice sneered, "Next, let’s begin!"

Sizzle, the sound of hot iron searing onto flesh, releasing an unpleasant burnt smell, the Zombie Slayer knew that smell emanated from his naked back, so he let out another elongated scream!

"No~~" The Zombie Slayer contorted his head upwards, under the intense pain, he persisted for half a minute, finally succumbing and collapsing heavily, like an animal half-slaughtered, quietly awaiting death’s arrival.

And the devil caressed the only intact patch of skin on his chest, "Alright, death is a painful process, so you need to adopt the mindset of a bystander, otherwise you won’t discover the cruel aesthetic realm!"

The Zombie Slayer spoke no more, nor did he plead, he knew that to the devil before him, his body was just an object for amusement, the more he struggled, the more he pleaded, the more he howled, the more fun it was for them, making his death process more entertaining, hence making himself suffer more!

So he stopped struggling, stopped pleading, stopped howling, he even cooperated with the opposite side, raising his forehead to appreciate his own torment process!

He finally learned to appreciate the process of dying, the devil was satisfied with his progress, thus, the next step was to explore more mysteries within his body, so the devil again picked up a sharp small knife, the Zombie Slayer was still conscious at this time, recognizing that blade as a Gillette, in Wancheng’s small market, this was the sharpest blade, but cheap, only three bucks each, thin, black, shimmering with the color of death.

Sizzle, it was the sound of the blade slicing through flesh, very painful, however, the one-eyed was currently unable to make a complete sound, that was because a cigarette had just seared his Adam’s apple, the red raw meat still retained a black cigarette butt.

"Pity that I can’t hear your soul-stirring wails anymore," the devil seemed a bit regretful, "but appreciating your convulsive dance is the utmost enjoyment! Now, do you understand the ultimate aesthetics of death?"

The Zombie Slayer nodded slightly, indicating he understood, he realized this was a cycle, a killer only had two choices, killing and being killed, before he killed, now he was the one being killed, so, this was his final destination!

Thus he silently watched the Gillette blade cutting through every inch of flesh on his chest, slicing it into thin strips, watching the devil gently peel those strips from his body, revealing red raw meat underneath, he didn’t shout, because he couldn’t make a sound, he didn’t move, because he was already utterly exhausted!

But oddly, when he watched the devil plunge a slender syringe into his abdomen, extracting a full syringe of blood, he didn’t feel too much pain, only a sense of redemptive fear; when he watched the devil bend his ten fingers into grotesque one hundred eighty-degree angles with pliers, he still felt no pain, only a sense of fatalistic fear; when he watched the devil use a chrome iron head to make a comical dark hole on his navel, he similarly didn’t feel much pain, only a sense of liberating fear; he watched as the devil broke each of his ribs with a long iron rod, he still didn’t feel pain, only an intense fear that pierced deep into his soul!

"Do you know? All this is to help you rid your filthy body and soul from this sinful world as soon as possible, you must know that the original sin of this world stems from the mutual slaughter and abuse between different souls, and only death is the release and relief from all original sins in the human world!"

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"Am I dreaming? Can this all finally end? Why do I always endure such unbearable physical torment with clarity? But feel no significant pain? Only an inexplicable humiliation and eternal fear?"

The Zombie Slayer murmured to himself, feeling utterly drained, devoid of any strength.

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