He then dragged her to the side.
Then, with a vicious force, he bashed her face against the wall again, and again, and again.
Before she could even process the agony, another blow slapped across and this time to her cheek. A sickening crack resonated in the air. The sharp sting of shattered bone sent her mind into a whirlwind of torment. Her front tooth flew out, clattering against the tiled floor, her lips split open, blood spurting down her chin.
Each impact made her vision flicker in and out.
Each blow brought a new level of excruciating agony.
Her screams grew weaker with every strike. Blood dripped from her chin onto her clothes, soaking them in dark, sticky red.
Then, just as suddenly as it began, the assault stopped.
Henna's head lolled forward, her entire body trembling. Her face was barely recognizable swollen, disfigured, streaked with blood. One of her eyes was already swelling shut, her lips quivering, her body wracked with involuntary spasms.
Kael let out a soft exhale. Slowly, almost gently, his fingers trailed down her arm. His touch was light, almost tender, in stark contrast to the monstrous violence from moments before.
"This hand…" he murmured, his fingers tracing along her wrist.
A slow, playful smile curled on his lips. But his eyes…
His eyes were empty.
Yet within that emptiness, a thousand thoughts flickered—memories, hatred, disgust.
'I hate it.'
'I hate it when a random bitch touches me.'
Henna whimpered, her mind barely functioning. But she could hear the cold fury in his voice.
'Their touch reminds me…'
He remembered the women he had met in the past.
Nina, Eliana, Rosette…
His Adam apple bobbled up as he remembered their names.
Women who fell in love with him after he saved them. Women who threw themselves at him wanting to partake in his woes and sufferings.
Some were even willing to betray their own kind for him.
They loved him, and yet, he never let them touch him.
Not because he didn't care.
But because he didn't want them to suffer.
He didn't want them to be hunted like traitors. To be persecuted because of him.
So he pushed them away and broke their hearts.
All for the sake of peace.
And yet this woman, this lowly bitch, dared to put her hands on him?
His fingers wrapped around her wrist, tightening slowly.
Henna's breath hitched. Her lips quivered as she finally realized what was about to happen.
Her eyes filled with pure terror.
"NOOOO! PLEASEEE! NOOOOOO!" she shrieked, her voice cracking in desperation.
Tears mixed with blood as she thrashed, her body weak from the beating.
"I-I'll talk! It was your nanny! Regalina! She was the one who sent me!"
Kael's eyes flickered slightly, but his lips stretched into a wicked grin.
"I don't care who sent you…"
His grip on her wrist tightened.
"Because all I care about… is how you dared to touch me, bitch."
Then, with one sudden, vicious yank
A sickening SNAP echoed through the room.
"NOOO.....UUUUU"
CRANG!
Her arm was jolted ripped apart with a force that made her lips widened and open to scream.
"SHUT UP!"Kael roared, grabbed her jaw and clenched it emitting a catastrophe-cracking sound.
Henna's final, blood-curdling scream rang through the air but Kael cracked her jaw knocking her unconscious
Then silence.
Her body twitches violently before finally going limp.
Kael simply watched, his expression unreadable, as blood pooled beneath her lifeless form.
...
Regalina stood just outside the door, her ears picking up the first muffled cries from within. At first, they were weak—small gasps of protest, the kind she expected. But then, suddenly, the muffled cries turned into blood curdling shrieks.
The sound pierced through the thick wooden door, sending a faint vibration along the walls.
"AAAAHHHHHHH!"
A loud, gut-wrenching scream ripped through the air, followed by a sickening crunch. Another scream followed, but this one was different—hoarse, broken, filled with raw agony. It was the kind of scream that came when bones snapped, flesh tore, and all hope was lost.
Regalina narrowed her eyes, listening carefully.
"As expected, he is just a wolf in disguise as a sheep," she murmured, her voice laced with quiet satisfaction. "Madam was right. I was right to accept her refuge."
But then another scream.
It was louder, sharper, and more agonizing than before.
The sheer intensity of it made her brows furrow slightly followed by slight blush. She couldn't help but imagine raw unfiltered scenes of passion happening inside.
"It's... much louder than expected," she muttered, feeling a faint sense of unease creep up her spine.
Still, she dismissed it. After all, it didn't matter. Whatever was happening inside, it was playing perfectly into her plans.
With a small clap of her hands, she straightened her posture and started walking toward the main hall.
"It's time to do my job," she whispered to herself.
After tonight, Kael would have no place left in this house. He would be disgraced, thrown out like filthy trash. And when that happened, she would be accepted by the new master.
With the house under her control, she would have power, wealth, and complete authority.
She let out a silent, giddy laugh.
"I will be rich!"
Grinning inwardly, she picked up her pace, rushing toward the Head of the household-unaware that what awaited her was a fate far worse than any death.