[A/N: This chapter may contain extreme violence. Read with discretion!]
Adrian looked at Julian now, dangling like a ragdoll, and his voice dropped to a whisper of promise.
"Oh, it's like that, is it? Fine. I'll make you beg me to kill you. You will plead for the mercy of death like it's the sweetest release."
Julian's eyes widened fractionally, and in a desperate bid, he made haste to bite down on his tongue, aiming to sever it and end himself before the torment began.
But his jaw froze mid-motion, teeth halted inches apart, as Adrian's immense will crashed down on him like an avalanche, locking every muscle and nerve.
"Not so fast. We haven't even begun."
Right after, he squeezed Julian's throat harder. Julian's face turned purple and his veins bulged as oxygen fled his lungs, his vision spotting with black stars.
Coupled with Adrian's crushing aura, a transcendent force that pressed on his very soul, Julian felt utterly helpless, a puppet in the hands of a merciless god.
