Chapter 402
Anastasia was at the warehouse where she’d kept Mr. Russell while the world continued searching for him. Thankfully, she’d taken care of the bartender by giving him loads of cash and threatening to slit his throat if he ever said a word to anyone.
Luckily, Mr Russell didn’t come with a driver.
Anastasia looked at the man. He was half naked because Anastasia had tortured him so much and his clothes were starting to drip with his own blood, making her stomach churn in disgust. His eyes were closed. Despite the amount of pain he felt, he still managed to sleep. Anastasia couldn’t resist the urge to scoff.
Picking up the bucket filled with cold chilling water, she drained every single water on him, and he almost sprung out from the seat if it hadn’t been for the rope keeping him in place.
“What nonsense,” he said, his voice weak and unstable due to how loudly he’d been screaming while Anastasia cut off his skin and made sure that she didn’t cut off any important organs.
“How can you sleep so comfortably? It’s almost as if I’m not torturing your life well enough,” she said, her tone gentle and soft as if she was about to tear up.
Mr Russell glared at her through gritted teeth. He didn’t bother to try to move, or else all parts of his body would start to ache once again. His body had turned weak from all the torture Anastasia had practiced on his body.
During his first day, he’d thought he was going to be found out because he had the best investigators. But it’s been a week, yet, there has been no sign of anything. He still couldn’t hear the faint sounds of people or the engines of vehicles, which only made him wonder where Anastasia had brought him.
He was almost digitless with almost no finger left on his arm. His toenails had been pricked along with his skin. He was almost paralyzed with the inability to walk or even yell anymore.
“Maybe I should dig a hole in your hand and nail you to the wall, then saw your legs off. Should that be enough to kill you?” Anastasia mused, tapping her finger on her chin as she considered the idea. “I don’t want you to die too quickly, though. I still have a lot of presents for you p>
Her smile widened as she watched Mr. Russell’s face pale with fear. To think that a man who boasted of holding countless lives in his hands would be so terrified of her. The irony was almost too sweet.
“Look, I’ve already apologized for what happened to you. The person you should be going after is Xander, not me. I only patronized his business, and that’s it,” he said.
Anastasia nodded, walking towards him and pushing his chair towards a wall.
“You’re such a big client I doubt you don’t know any other important information that can be useful to me,” she said, losing his bounds. “I’ve been asking this question for a while now but you’ve refused to answer me. Who are Xander’s key allies p>
Mr. Russell may just be a client, but he wasn’t an ordinary client. Due to her research, she’d found out he’d been out on a business trip with Xander and Bruce a few times in the past. So they were well-connected with each other.
Although Julian was the closest person Anastasia had to Xander, there was a high chance the latter had no idea since he didn’t even have a clue who the informant could be.
Anastasia only knew the fifteen men who had violated her that night, along with a few others she’d encountered on the anniversary of Mr. Justin. But to take the next step, she needed to learn about the key allies—those who held vital information about Xander and could be useful to her cause.
Asking Xander or Samantha for details would be a death wish. Even with the fifteen targets she had, she had no idea who among them had the real power, the ones who could give her the upper hand. There was no guarantee that Mr. Russell held that kind of knowledge, but she had to start somewhere.
“I keep telling you, I don’t know them p>
Anastasia was exhausted by hearing those same words over and over. With a sharp motion, she untied Mr. Russell, and he collapsed to the ground. For the first time in a week, he was free—yet his body was paralyzed. His hands and feet were completely useless, and even in this vulnerable state, he couldn’t shake the feeling of dread that crept up his spine. What was Anastasia going to do to him next?
Anastasia sighed, her patience thinning. She grabbed him, his dead weight making her grunt, but she didn’t relent.
She placed him on the wall, using her kneel as a support to keep him in place. Mr. Russel’s eyes instantly widened in shock.
She was going to nail him on the wall like she’d said.
Swiftly, she reached for a hammer and placed a few nails on her lips, holding them together.
“W-wait…please Anastasia paid deaf ears to his pleading as she placed the tip of the nail on his palm. Since he couldn’t kick her due to his paralyzed legs, he couldn’t resist anymore.
Without batting an eyelash, Anastasia hit the hammer against the nail, driving it through his skin and piercing the wall behind him.
Mr Russell screamed as pain surged through his body and tears escaped from his eyes. Anastasia continued to drive the nails into his hands, completely unaffected by his screams.
Blood dripped from the wound and dropped on his head.
“You’re a sick woman!!” Mr Russell yelled, his voice completely etched in pain. His words earned him a cocked eyebrow from Anastasia. She only scoffed and continued to drive more nails, making sure to keep him in place.
When she was done, she used a napkin and wiped her hands clean of his blood.
Anastasia reached for the electric saw, and the moment Russell saw it, his eyes widened in a mix of terror and pain. He could feel the impending doom sink in, his heart pounding.
“I’ve never actually tried something like this before,” she said, her voice oddly calm, as if she were discussing a simple task. “But my loving sister recommended it to me as a joke. Now, I think it’s time I give it a go on you.” Her gaze locked onto his legs, and he stiffened in fear.
“Stay still now,” she instructed, flipping the switch to turn the machine on. “This is only going to hurt a little p>