My Tool For Revenge (I bought her)

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? Greg’s Mansion ?

GREG was mad at all his burly guards. What use were they, if they can’t secure his estate properly?

He hated the fact that Gianna was hurt.

“Who is the leading security for today?”, he retorted angrily, making his men to quiver slightly.

“It’s Charles master!”, they uttered, head bent over to the floor, not daring to meet his dangerous eyes.

“Where is Charles?”, He roared.

“At the dungeon master”, they reported.

“She better be alright, or else you are all doomed!” He smacked angrily, glaring hard at them before heading towards the dungeon.

“Careful Greg, you are still not well”, Lionel who strode behind him uttered.

He couldn’t utter a word, as his mind was filled with anger, and a taste for blood. He could have gone rampage if not that Lionel was right beside him.

They walked together into the underground part of his house, no one knows about this place except Lionel, Jones, Nelson and his burly securities.

He walked with great difficulty due to the pain from his ribs.

But despite the excruciating pains, he was just like a beast who was about to devour its prey.

“Calm down bro, you are yet to recover, let me handle it”, Lionel offered while Jones nodded in agreement.

“No, I need to teach Christa the kind of person I am, so that next time, if there will be any thought, she will stay clear from me”, he uttered, walking gracefully like the beast he is taking one step at a time.

The underground basement has different rooms in it but they were all locked, only one was opened.

Getting closer a loud scream was heard and an awful smell of blood and rusted iron harbored around.

All the culprits taken into this dungeon never made it out alive, and even if they do, they will not be complete again.

Charles bowed a little on seeing Greg.

“Boss”, he saluted, but Greg glared daggers at him, and he trembled vigorously without being told he was in for trouble.

Christa was tied up in a chair, with her clothes soaked in blood, due to the whipping that was given to her by Charles.

She has cried, pleaded and never wished to come over to Greg’s mansion.

She trembled immediately Greg walked up to her.

“What did you do to Gianna?”, Greg asked casually.

“No… Nothing”, she choked in fright, only the sight of Greg was enough to send her to hell.

She had only met Greg once, when he had come to purchase Gianna, he was young and handsome, innocent in appearance, never in her wildest dreams did she think Greg was this frightful and dangerous, powerful and heartless.

“You lie woman, and that alone will cost you a finger”, Greg uttered casually.

“No please, I have no idea what got over me”, he whimpered.

“What did you do to Gianna?” Greg uttered once more.

“I used a huge stone on her”, she uttered, making Greg raise a laconic smile. He stood right in front of her and all he could see was the amount of pain she had inflicted on Gianna.

His inner demon roared angrily.

“Please, don’t kill me please”, she begged as more tears kept unfolding.

“Are you willing to pay for your crimes? You owe me a finger already”, Greg uttered smirking dangerously as his voice got colder and colder.

The cold and deadly aura emanating from him sent shivers down his burly guards spines making them ramble.

Greg walked to a corner and picked up a cleaver, they all wondered what he was going to do with that.

A wave of fear filled the room, with Christa crying real hard.

Lionel stood like a statue already used to Greg’s behavior, while Jones sat down in anticipation waiting for what Greg was gonna do next.

Greg squatted in front of Christa, picked three fingers on her left hand, placed them on the center table and cut them off, blood splashed out as everyone widened their eyes in horror.

Instantly, Christa passed out.