Horace’s eyes widened in horror, his voice coming out in a frantic whisper. “No, no, please… no,” he begged, his body shaking with fear.
But Noah didn’t care. Without a word, he struck Horace hard, knocking him unconscious once more.
The room fell silent, except for Noah’s calm breaths.
He moved slowly, tying a gag around Horace’s mouth to stifle any cries of pain.
Once done, Noah stood over Horace’s limp form.
Noah lifted his foot slowly, almost casually, as if there was no rush, no urgency. His eyes locked onto Horace’s knee, the purpose of breaking it clear in his mind as if it was nothing significant.
The room seemed to narrow, the walls pressing in on them as Noah’s boot hovered above the joint.
The air was thick, the silence unbearable.
Then, with a swift, brutal motion, Noah brought his foot down.
“CRACK.”
The sound of bone snapping echoed like a gunshot in the room. Horace’s body convulsed violently, his back arching as a guttural scream tore from his throat, muffled by the gag that choked back the full force of his agony.
“Mmmpphhh! Mmmmph!”
Tears burst from Horace’s eyes, streaming down his face in a flood of raw pain. His hands, trembling uncontrollably, instinctively reached for his shattered knee, but there was nothing he could do.
The joint was already a mangled mess, twisted at an angle that made it look inhuman. His skin was pale, sweat pouring down his face as he struggled to breathe through the searing agony.
Noah stood there, his eyes unwavering, watching the scene unfold with an eerie calm. He could hear the muffled sobs, the desperate gasps for air, but it didn’t faze him.
This was simply the result of not heeding his threat, the price Horace had to pay.
“That was the first one,” Noah said quietly, his voice soft, as if speaking to himself rather than to Horace.
His tone held no malice, just cold indifference. “I told you this would happen.”
Horace’s wide eyes filled with terror as he tried to plead, but the gag silenced him, turning his screams into pathetic, muffled cries of despair.
His body writhed on the floor, twisting in pain, his movements erratic as he struggled to escape the agony coursing through his shattered leg.
Noah crouched down, leaning close to Horace’s face, his breath steady. “You thought I was bluffing, didn’t you?” he whispered, his voice so close it sent chills through Horace’s broken body.
“You should have listened.”
Noah stood up again casually, stepping back as he prepared for the second handout of punishment.
Horace’s tear-filled eyes followed Noah’s movements, desperate, begging. The fear in his eyes was as clear as day, but Noah didn’t can’t.
There was no room for mercy. Not anymore.
Noah lifted his foot again, this time aiming for the other leg.
He watched as Horace’s muscles tensed, his body shaking uncontrollably as if he could somehow brace for the pain.
Noah smirked at his futile attempt. There was no preparation for what was about to happen.
And then it happened.
“CRUNCH.”
The second leg broke under the force of Noah’s boot, the sound more sickening this time, the damage more severe.
Horace’s body convulsed violently as his scream ripped through the gag.
“MMMMPHHHH! MMMPPPHHH!!!”
His cries were louder now, raw and animalistic, the pain pushing him beyond the limits of what he could endure. His hands clawed at the air, grabbing at nothing as he tried to find some relief, some way to stop the agony ripping through him. His legs were useless, shattered in multiple places, twisted at grotesque angles that made his body look like a broken doll.
Noah looked down at him, his face emotionless, as if this scene didn’t affect him in the slightest. The man beneath him was a writhing, crying mess, reduced to nothing but pain and suffering. But Noah wasn’t finished yet.
“I know it hurts, Horace,” Noah said, his voice eerily calm as he stood over the broken man. “But I really… really hate it, when people ignore my threats.”
Horace’s muffled cries filled the room, his body shaking with the intensity of his pain.
His face was drenched in sweat, tears mixing with the droplets, his breath coming in short, frantic gasps. He shook his head, as if in denial, as if he could somehow wake up from the nightmare that had become his reality.
“I know,” Noah continued, his tone soft and devoid of any compassion. “I know it’s hard.” He crouched down once more, leaning close to Horace’s ear.
“But don’t worry,” he whispered, his voice so cold it sent a shiver through Horace’s broken form.”
“It will only take a year or two of being bedridden, and maybe—just maybe—you’ll start walking again.”
Horace’s body trembled beneath him, his tears flowing uncontrollably as he whimpered beneath the gag. His once arrogant, defiant demeanor was long gone, replaced by the hollow shell of a man who had lost everything.
“But don’t expect it to be the same,” Noah added, straightening up and walking around the sobbing man like a predator circling its prey.
And then Noah’s eyes fell on Horace’s hand.
“You know,” Noah said thoughtfully, as if considering his next move, “I was going to stop here. Two legs for the promise I made. But…” He paused, crouching down again and grabbing Horace’s trembling wrist. “You tried to fight back. You tried to make this worse for yourself.”
Horace’s eyes widened in terror, but before he could react, Noah twisted his hand sharply.
“SNAP.”
The bone broke with a sickening crack, the sound followed by another scream, louder this time, as Horace’s body convulsed once again in unimaginable pain.
His hand, limp and useless, dropped to his side like a dead weight.
The muffled wails of agony filled the room, the sound of a man who had nothing left but suffering.
Noah let go of Horace’s wrist, watching as the broken man lay there, sobbing, defeated.
His body was a mess of shattered limbs, his spirit crushed beneath the weight of Noah’s merciless punishment.
Standing over him, Noah took a deep breath, feeling bored.
“Horace, would you believe me if I told you I really don’t want to be here? I mean who would, you and your room smell nutty, like literally.”
And with that, Noah turned away, his footsteps light as he walked toward the door, leaving Horace in the darkness of his own despair.
The moonlight filtered through the dirty windows, casting long shadows across the broken man left sobbing on the floor.
Noah didn’t look back. There was no need. The lesson had been taught.
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