My Thorny Husband

Killing in the Cruelest Way

Crystal Hill is having a big celebration tonight. A magnificent party took place in the center of the city with glittering lights.

Everyone celebrated by taking to the streets to fill the night market. He said this date was the birth date of the crown prince of the Blade family whose fortune was already beyond reason as the owner of a diamond mine.

All food and drinks are available free of charge to anyone.

Tonight is a blessing from the sky for a man standing away from the crowd. His clothes were shabby and some parts had been torn. His body looked thin with bruises on his face.

Seeing so much free food and drink, he looked at her like he had found a treasure. By dragging his feet and holding hands to his chest, he approached one of the stands that provided food.

He looked at the various snacks with a happy hue. His jaw went up and down after since yesterday he could not find food. His long hands scooped up anything he could carry by using his t-shirt as a container.

“Hey, you're blind, huh?”

The owner yelled at him, but because he didn't care, a baton floated into his palm.

He reflexively flicked his hand, looking at the owner of the stand in confusion. Is not this food provided to all who are in need and free?

“Give all that food back! Let's return!” The woman screamed back at him. “Do you have no brains, huh? Look, you're already robbing. You think you're the only one who wants to eat for free? Put that down and take it as necessary. Basic padlock!”

Not only shouted at her, the woman grabbed the food she had tamping earlier and gave her two loaves of bread only.

No problem, he could pick up again later at another stand. The man took her to the side, crouched under the street lamp and sat down on the grass. One piece of it he chewed voraciously and a piece of bread fell to the ground.

Some ants started to swarm.

“Hey, you guys want to eat too, huh? Here, amblillah! Take this food to your queen and eat it together. Don't scramble, okay?”

He pinched the cake slightly and sprinkled the crumbs onto the ground. The rest, he ate with one mouth open until choking.

A hand stuck out in front of him with a bottle of mineral water. He raised his head watching the figure of the old man wearing a long coat with a mustache and also a black round hat. Round glasses were also perched on his nose, then the face was smiling warmly.

“Number and don't rush. Nobody eats your cake except those ants.”

He nodded, pulled out the water bottle and finished half of it.

Still very hungry, he opened the second pack and ate it again. The old man sat next to him.

“I see you often in the park. Now, we meet again. What's your name, Young Man?”

“Natan. Nataniel.”

“Your last name?”

Natan stopped the chewing. Last name? He even felt disgusted to wear his last name now. Let alone to mention, to think about it or to mumble in the heart only reluctantly.

“No.”

“No?” The old man laughed crisply. “I understand. Some people do have different problems.”

“You don't mind? I have to go.”

Not waiting for the old man to answer him, Natan stood up and went to the center of the crowd again. From several stands, he collected a lot of food until the t-shirts he wore were no longer able to accommodate.

The old man watched from a distance, then smiled again.

Natan returned to the bushes where it was far away from the crowd. There was a piece of dirty cloth and some cardboard that he always titled to sleep under the bridge. If it was still summer, sleeping under the bridge would not be a problem.

What if it's winter? If it snowed, it would make a complete agony for him.

The cake he had obtained earlier he had well kept by his side. Hugged as if it was the most precious item he had.

When his eyes closed, tears dripped from the corner of his eyes. There was nothing left, even if a savage beast ate it, he would give his body willingly. The cruelty of his family, then the news of the death of the woman he loved made him fall so deep.

Aruna Griselda's. The woman he took in was dead. Someone burned him alive in the condition he had just given birth to.

What else can he defend? Treasure, throne, power? From the beginning he was never interested in any of that. However, his own family made him this way. After being content to torture him, they threw him away from his country.

Dominic White's. Sadam White's. Kevin White's.

Until he dies, he will never forget the names.

Encompassed with anger and hatred, Natan folded her body and fell into a deep sleep.

Suddenly a bucket of water splashed down on his body. Nathan is strung with a wave.

The sound of laughter sounded simple. A voice that was not at all foreign to him. When Natan raised his head, his guess was correct. That's Sadam White. The bastard who broke his left leg.

“Natan .. Nathan. Turns out I just found out that your life is better in my cage. Look, now you have to crawl to get your food, don't you?”

Natan's palm gripped the ground.

Sadam spat right by his side.

“You are really trash! How do you think you deserve the White Corporation? You should never have returned to Saint City. But it turns out you chose to give up your life. Stupid!”

If not for Aruna Griselda, he would not have been able to return to Saint City. He had left the city for a dozen years and wanted nothing from his family at all. A dozen knew leaving his hometown made him forget who he was.

“Want to know the secret again, Natan? Do you want to know what happened at your mother's death? My father, our father, Dominc White gave him a stimulant and got him stuck with three men. After they enjoyed it, they stabbed him in the heart so many times that he died. Wow, isn't that very interesting?”

Sadam laughed blandly and broke out like an insane person.

At that moment Natan got up and gave her the hardest blow. That one blow shattered Sadam's jaw until his body slammed backwards.

“Civilized! I'll kill you with my hands!” nathan shouted with flames burning in both of his eyes.

Unfortunately, Natan was no longer able to get close to Sadam. The bodyguards that the man brought stopped him and attacked him repeatedly. After receiving torture from them two months ago without treatment, now his body was again hit hard.

The former punch of drunken thugs last night has not gone the pain. His ribs were like crumbs, and now they were attacking him in the same section. The whip wound on his back had not recovered, and now he had a kick there.

“Good. Beat him to death! But don't make him die. He has to suffer all his life.”

Nathan's body was like a toy to eight men. Kicked, thrown and slammed. Several times he vomited blood, but as long as Sadam had not told them to stop, the torture would continue.

After Natan did not move and did not fight at all, Sadam was satisfied.

“Check, is he still breathing or not.”

One of Sadam's guards checked it. There was still a pulse despite being weak. “He's alive, Mr.”

“True. Don't let him die easily.” Sadam approached, crouched down and spat on Natan's body. “We meet in two months, Brother. Don't miss me, okay? I've been very kind to visit you all the way here.”

Natan's consciousness was half over, but the shadow of Sadam's face was still visible though faint. Natan smiled obliquely, a condescending murat. “Make sure you kill me when you come again, or I will do it to you.”

“Do not worry, I will come with a tool to pluck all your fingers. Now, I hope your wounds don't rot.”

Natan looked at their legs which were getting further away, then her gaze grew more and more unclear. Slowly he began to close his eyes, feeling the beating of his increasingly weakened heart as well.

However, he felt the water pouring down from above his face once again. Nathan stuttered and his eyes opened again.

“Blood! Wake up Young! How could you die in such a miserable way?”

Natan's eyes are already looking soft. It is very heavy to open. His whole body felt so painful. “Old Man,” he said softly with a slanted smile.

“If you die now, then your body will become ant food. Not your food anymore.”

The old man she met last night reached out to her again.

“If you take my hand, I teach you the most horrible way of revenge.”

“You told me to stand up, I can't even feel my legs anymore.”

“Don't spoiled! Life is hard, man. If you don't want to, I won't waste my time here either. Maybe you'll be a special meal for the ants tonight.”

Nathan tried hard to move his body, but nothing happened. His legs were numb, his head felt almost broken.

“Good. You chose the end of your own life.”

The old man pulled his hand again then turned around and walked away.

“Wait!”

Natan mustered all his remaining strength just to straighten his back. Since both of his legs had already been broken, he could only crawl at her.

“Tell me to kill in the cruelest way.”

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