That single âshhâ sent a chill down Jamieâs spine, and she went rigid with fear, her skin slick with cold sweat, the beads of perspiration trickling down her face like tears, her voice caught in her throat.
Rhettâs lips curled into a faint, sinister smile.
Then, with a swift, deadly motion, a gleam of steel flashed in his hand, followed by a dull thud as he struck, the sound echoing through the air.
âHello, my name is Rhett.
â
âAh!â Jamie let out a blood-curdling scream that pierced the sky.
The first blow had missed Jamieâs vital organs, but the pain was still excruciating, leaving her breathless and reeling.
Then, Rhett struck again, his blade seeking out the vulnerable gaps between her ribs.
The sharp steel slid in with deliberate, agonizing slowness, each inch a torture, causing Jamie to howl in agony.
Rhettâs voice was eerily gentle as he whispered, âThis is where your knee joints meet.
The next spot will be your ankle joints.
The pain will be⦠Distinctive.
â
âBut⦠Why?â Jamieâs voice was barely audible, a faint, raspy whisper that strained to escape her parched throat.
âNot everything in life has a neat explanation, Jamie.
Just as your past wrongdoings went unpunished, so does the universe mete out its own justice.
Itâs simply a matter of cause and effect, a balance sheet of karma.
You should understand the principle remains the same,â
Rhett said as he struck, his blade slicing through the joint with precision, severing Jamieâs tendons and leaving her Limb limp.
Jamie screamed in agony, but Rhett showed no emotion, lost in his own dark thoughts.
âI almost became a forensic doctor, fascinated by anatomy, but law paid better.
I chose the quicker way to make money.
â Rhett spoke casually, like a friend chatting, despite the horror of his actions.
Jamie wailed in agony.
âYou promised to release me if I killed Jarrod! You lied! Why?â
âYes, I did say that, but.
.
Rhettâs blade sliced through Jamieâs joints with calculated precision.
âI donât trust you,â he continued, his voice devoid of emotion.
âA useless person like you thinking they deserve a second chance? Youâre living in a fantasy world.
â His mocking words cut deep.
Jamieâs last shred of hope vanished, leaving her trapped in a desperate, hopeless reality.
Paralyzed from the waist down, her Legs were numb and lifeless, yet her torso and mind remained agonizingly aware, trapped in a living nightmare.
The knife sliced through her skin with sadistic precision, carving a trail of agony across her torso.
Her voice shattered the air, a blood-curdling scream.
âKill me! Just end this! The pain is too much to bear!â
âNot yet, my dear,â Rhett whispered with an unsettling gentleness.
âWeâre only just beginning.
Twenty-three cuts barely scratch the surface.
The real artistry comes next, precise, delicate strokes to exploit the most vulnerable spots.
Thirty more to go.
Close your eyes and savor the agony.
â
Jamieâs body convulsed in terror as Rhettâs words echoed in her mind, her ears ringing with the horror of what was to come.
Rhett was the embodiment of evil.
She had never thought that her own evil deeds would lead to her demise, and in such a cruel way, at the hands of someone even more ruthless.
âKill me now, please! Just end it!â However, Jamieâs pleas fell on deaf ears as Rhettâs gaze turned demonic, his eyes blazing with an otherworldly red glow, the knife poised high above her like a harbinger of doom.
Rhett struck down again and again, the blade falling with a deadly repetition.
Blood splattered across his face, painting him with a gruesome mask of cruelty.