Chapter 253

Orian's pov
My gaze was fixated on him as his face contorted in pain, beads of sweat rolled down his skin and his eyes glassy as he fought hard to keep back the tears but that didn't stop me from lifting the near-blunt knife and bringing it down against his wrist like I had done multiple times severing his hand off enjoying the rise and fall of his chest as his blood splattered everywhere including my face and a sinister smile crept on my lips when a tear rolled from the corner of his eye and down his cheeks.
That was my aim, to see him break, maiming him with the near blunt knife only made the process longer and more painful.