Chapter 9: The Saw’s Lullaby

The air was thick with the metallic scent of blood, the echoes of Vibhav’s agonized screams still lingering in the eerie silence. The floor beneath the wooden table was now tainted—splattered with his suffering, staining the cold cement.

She took a slow, measured breath, basking in the raw, palpable fear radiating from her remaining captives.

Her eyes—dark, unreadable—settled on her next target.

Abhinav.

He froze the moment her gaze locked onto him.

His breath hitched.

His pulse thundered in his ears, drowning out all rational thought. He wanted to scream, to beg, to run, but he couldn’t. His limbs felt like lead, his voice trapped in the tightening grip of terror.

And then—

Her men moved.

Effortlessly, they pried the whimpering, struggling Abhinav from his chair, replacing Vibhav’s broken body on the wooden table.

His back hit the rough surface, cold sweat trickling down his temple as he thrashed. But the bodyguards were strong—unmovable. His wrists and ankles were strapped down, locking him in place.

Like a trapped animal.

His chest rose and fell rapidly, fear twisting his insides into a knot.

Then, she stepped closer.

Her expression unreadable, yet terrifyingly calm.

She tilted her head, eyes gleaming with amusement, like a predator watching its prey squirm.

“No need to be scared, darling.”

Her voice was sweet—mocking.

Her manicured fingers trailed along his jawline, slow and deliberate, watching how he flinched under her touch.

She giggled.

"Oh, baby… don’t be scared yet. It’s not even your turn."

Abhinav clenched his jaw, his muscles going rigid.

"I—I'll kill you!" he spat, his voice trembling despite his attempt at bravado. "Do you know who my father is?! He'll—"

SLAP!

The sharp crack of her palm against his cheek echoed through the room.

His head snapped to the side, skin burning, ears ringing.

She let out a mock sigh, shaking her head in disappointment.

“Tsk, tsk… men these days.”

She leaned closer, her lips just inches away from his ear, her breath sending a violent shudder down his spine.

“I didn’t even start yet,” she whispered. “And you’re already shaking? How will you be a man?”

Abhinav's body tensed, his fists clenching so tightly his nails dug into his palms.

She pulled back, a sinister smile curling her lips.

"Be a good boy, and take what I’m giving you."

Then, she turned, walking towards her collection.

Her fingers danced over the gleaming, polished tools, her eyes gleaming with twisted satisfaction as she scanned them.

Blades. Clamps. Chains. Razors.

But her hand stopped on something special.

Her saw.

It was new, its blade gleaming under the dim light—sharp, hungry, untouched.

A shiver of anticipation ran through her.

She had been waiting to use this.

She turned back, saw in hand, the weight of it feeling perfect in her grip.

The moment Abhinav saw what she was holding, his eyes widened in horror.

His breathing grew erratic, his body convulsing against the restraints.

“No… No, no, NO—WAIT! STOP! PLEASE!”

But she didn’t stop.

Instead, she placed the saw against his thigh, pressing it against his flesh just enough to make him feel the cold kiss of the blade.

His entire body seized up, panic choking him.

His eyes pleaded, his breath came out in frantic gasps.

“No! No, please—D-don’t—”

She met his gaze, her smile soft and sweet.

“You should’ve thought about this before hurting my Malang.”

Then, she pressed down and pulled.

SHHHRK!

The sound of the saw cutting through flesh and scraping against bone was sickening.

Abhinav’s scream tore through the air, raw and inhuman—a sound that no one should ever have to make.

His body arched violently against the table, his lungs burning as pain ripped through his nerves like fire.

The jagged teeth of the saw sank deeper, slicing through muscle, tendon, and veins, sending blood spraying across the wooden surface.

He howled, voice cracking, pleading for it to stop.

But she didn’t stop.

She took her time—slow, deliberate strokes—dragging the saw through his screaming flesh, savoring every agonized wail.

Blood pooled beneath the table, dripping onto the cold floor in heavy droplets.

The other captives couldn’t even scream.

They watched in paralyzed horror, their faces drained of all color, their stomachs twisting.

Finally—with a sickening snap—the saw severed through the last of the bone.

His leg fell away from his body, landing on the floor with a dull thud.

Abhinav’s body convulsed violently, his throat too raw to scream anymore.

His vision blurred, a haze of pain and exhaustion pulling him under.

She, drenched in his suffering, sighed dreamily.

She admired her work—the blood coating her hands, the lifeless limb discarded like trash, the broken boy trembling beneath her.

And then, she looked up.

At the next victim.

Her voice, still soft and beautiful, sent another wave of dread through the room.

"Now then… who’s next?"

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