books44 Chapter 38 Punishment
Chapter 38 Punishment
As they walked into the basement, Qin Yan felt physiologically apprehensive and began to gag.
Qiao Xiao kept supporting him, and his vision improved a little, but it was of little use. Up to now, Qin Yan still couldn't see what Qiao Xiao's face looked like.
They approached Lin Feng, whose legs were twisted in an abnormal position.
Qiao Xiao ignored his ferocious face and asked, "What do you want to do?"
Qin Yan answered without hesitation: "Castration."
Qiao Xiao's eyes lit up with excitement: "I completely agree."
Upon hearing their conversation, Lin Feng's face contorted in terror, his features contorted like a pig about to be slaughtered, displaying an ugly will to survive.
His facial expression was priceless, as if he were saying, "What are you trying to do?! I'm warning you, after I die, those who come after me will not let you off the hook."
Qiao Xiao looked at his slicked-back hair and said calmly, as if she were talking about something very ordinary. "You're about to die, Lin Feng."
With a hint of hesitation, Qin Yan said with difficulty in a hoarse voice, "If we are to convict someone, I am the mastermind."
Qiao Xiao glanced at it silently, a mocking smile creeping onto her lips. "Alright, my accomplice, let's begin our crime." She urged him on.
Wearing gloves, Qiao Xiao dragged Lin Feng onto the bed and bound his limbs, making him look like he was being torn apart by five horses during a sentencing.
Lin Feng struggled desperately, clinging to the dry sand like a dehydrated loach.
They were very selective.
Qiao Xiao: "Is it a sharp tip or a serrated blade?"
Qin Yan: "A razor blade for shaving."
Qiao Xiao: "That's ruthless."
She moved several heavy objects and placed them directly on Lin Feng's chest, "so he doesn't suffocate."
The object's weight and size perfectly conveyed Lin Feng's state of being half-dead but still conscious.
Qin Yan: "He has stimulants that can keep him...sober."
Qiao Xiao: "Okay, I'll go find it."
Qin Yan: "It's on the first shelf of the cabinet to the right of the bed."
Qiao Xiao successfully retrieved the syringe from the second-floor refrigerator and quickly plunged it into Lin Feng's skin. Instantly, veins bulged on Lin Feng's face.
Seeing his reaction, Qiao Xiao said, "The needle hurts a lot."
Qin Yan: "So what if it hurts? He deserves this punishment."
The blood vessels in the whites of his eyes resembled a hidden red net; how much suffering must he have endured for his eyes to become so cloudy and filled with hatred?
Qiao Xiao: "I'm telling you, you're going to be in a lot of pain, Qin Yan."
Qin Yan froze, his heart stopped, and he turned in disbelief toward the direction from which Qiao Xiao's voice came.
The dark, damp environment, a place he always feared and nauseated, was now overshadowed by a new memory that had buried his unsettling past.
After a moment, Qin Yan came to his senses, "As long as I kill him, I won't feel any pain anymore."
He pointed the blade at Lin Feng's genitals.
Lin Feng, who could clearly feel the foreign object, struggled even more fiercely; this was an experience more terrifying than death.
Qiao Xiao: "Don't cut him off yet. You should just expose his lower body and disinfect it. That would be faster and more effective. But if you want a slow castration, then never mind what I said."
Upon hearing this, it's hard to believe that Qiao Xiao is just a woman in her twenties; she seems more like a madwoman who escaped from a mental hospital, her calm tone behaving more like a chilling, insane laugh.
Qin Yan calmly accepted Qiao Xiao's terrifying suggestion, "Don't you recommend it?"
Qiao Xiao smiled and urged, "You can begin."