Mated to the Mad Lord-Chapter 134: Torture [3] TW

Frank had been given orders, and he intended to follow them to the letter. No one was allowed to go over the gates or through them either to go in or come out, with absolutely no exceptions to the rule. Frank, along with his elite guards, had already changed back to their human forms and dressed up in their official uniforms like they were supposed to as they manned the gates.

But while some of them manned the gates, Frank had ordered the rest of them to keep an eye on the guards and make sure that they did nothing unusual while others were in charge of searching any part of the mansion that might have been missed in the search.

They were stretched thin, and even Frank was shuffling between watching the gates and keeping an eye on all the guards to ensure that there were no signs of a mutiny—something that Cain’s killing spree should have mostly taken care of. Still, he couldn’t be too careful as his eyes scanned the guards’ quarters as he passed, glad to see that everything seemed calm when he suddenly heard someone call to him from behind.

"Head guard!" a name only elite guards used when referring to him, as he immediately turned around to see who it was and why. He had just done so when he saw an elite guard he was familiar with run over to him at a fast pace, getting in front of him in the blink of an eye.

"What’s the matter?" Frank hurriedly asked with a serious expression on his face as he looked at the guard, his eyes gliding over him to ensure that he was fine, especially since his clothes had been lightly rumpled, while hoping that it wasn’t an attack.

"Head guard! The east section of the mansion! I discovered a few people trying to climb over the walls!" he said with a sense of urgency in his tone as he spoke with a worried expression on his face. "We need to gather a few more people and head over to the east section as fast as possible!" he hurriedly said, his sense of urgency heightening as he spoke, to which Frank nodded his head.

"How many people?" Frank quickly asked, already moving toward him in the direction he had run from, prepared to follow him. "About six of them!" the guard quickly answered, even as he began jogging in the direction he had come from while urging Frank to hurry closer and follow him as fast as he could. Frank, without thinking too much, instantly followed him with the intention of calling and whistling for more guards to follow him as they headed there. However, he hadn’t been jogging for a couple of moments—which was a lot considering how fast a werewolf could move even as a human—when suddenly he froze as a thought seemed to occur to him, one that made a deep frown appear on his face.

’Six? ...and your clothes were only rumpled?’

"What’s wrong?" Hua, the elite guard that came to call him, asked with a tinge of worry in his tone, even as Frank raised his gaze and viciously glared at him before turning back around and jogging in the opposite direction as fast as possible.

"Head guard!" Hua, the guard that came to call him, yelled, calling after him and trying to stop him from running back to where he was, even as his expression became wretched with fear and anxiety. Frank didn’t say a word as he dashed forward, but it wasn’t until Hua moved to stop running after him that Frank viciously attacked him, hard enough to break his arms before he hit the floor.

Frank dragged his body forward as his gaze met that of the one guard who had been at the location he had been standing, coupled with four others that were attacking him and seemed on the edge of killing him. Without so much as hesitating—even as Hua, whom he had been dragging, tried to squirm away—Frank raised his foot and, with one powerful stamp, went ahead and stomped on Hua’s head as many times as it took to squash it. Anger sizzled within him as he watched the elite guard, fighting against the three wolf attackers in wolf form, die at that exact moment.

"Shit!" he swore as he hurriedly dashed forward, whistling a shrill tune before transforming into his wolf form. He wasn’t confident of killing the three of them, but he was confident enough to stall for others to reinforce him.

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Violet felt like her whole world was spinning as she watched Howie squat in front of her with a long blade in his hands, even as Reddrick moved to get behind him, speaking words that made it hard for her to catch her breath.

"Can’t I fuck her first before you bloody the floor and get her blood and smell on us?" Reddrick asked with visible concern in his voice.

"I still need her tongue! How am I to enjoy it if I can’t hear her screams?" he asked with a huff, even as he watched Howie shrug at the words he said, almost like he had heard something he found to be inconsequential.

"We don’t have time! We barely have three hours left to do what has to be done!" Howie snapped at him instead, even as he focused his eyes on Violet, who lay on the ground and was already squirming away, trying to put more distance between herself and Howie. She didn’t know what he wanted to do with the blade, but she wasn’t curious enough to stay still and wait for him to do it.

"Hurry!" Howie snapped. "Hold her down unless you want me to mistakenly stab her in the skull!"

At this moment, Violet could not take it any longer as Reddrick approached and easily picked her up, holding her with her hands behind her so tightly that she was not able to move a muscle as her heart thumped in her chest while she watched Howie move closer to her with the blade in his hand.

"STOP!" she screamed at the top of her lungs. "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TRYING TO DO!" she screamed as loud as she could, even as she watched Howie’s steady hand holding the blade move closer to her left eye. "Pl-please, don’t!" she began to plead. "I’ll-I’ll do anything!" she swore, only to feel Howie’s hand grip the back of her head and grab her head as he smiled, even as Reddrick lowered his hand to her mouth at the same time to keep her from continuing to scream as tears pooled in her eyes and made her dizzy.

"I just need you to hold still!" Howie whispered in a low voice right before he plunged the blade right into her eye.

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