Chapter 236: Punishment

Alan saw what Claire was doing and smiled.

“What?”

Claire was surprised that Alan would let her do it.

“General Hawthorne’s fiancée attacks a child. What would happen? It must be recorded so that all the people of Kingstown can see it.”

Speaking, Alan pointed to a subordinate next to him and said, “Come here.”

“Yes, sir.” They seemed to be familiar with this.

He walked over and stripped the clothes off the child, who was about eight years old. The child had his mouth gagged from the beginning and was now shivering.

When everything was ready, a dagger was presented to Claire.

“Come on, take the knife.” Alan pointed the camera at Claire and the child. He said, “You can imagine that you are painting a perfect picture, but the tool you use is a knife, not a pencil. But this painting will be more beautiful and more tempting. The fresh blood has a special smell. How wonderful that will be! Warm blood will gush to your hands and face. You will watch this life bloom so brilliantly under the dagger in your hand. There is nothing more beautiful in the world than this, right?”

Alan guided her, but Claire was motionless. Although Claire had recovered a lot from the aftereffects of the four years in prison, under this stimulus, she felt frightened and dizzy.

“Alan, you still just use women. Oh, now there is a child. Shame on you.”

Frederick should not talk too much. He could only give a light reminder.

“What? Well, I just like it. Otherwise, how would you end up here?”

Alan was thinking about what Claire had just said in the living room and firmly believed that Frederick cared about his career. As long as many corpses were thrown out, Frederick, the head of Kingstown Security Department, couldn’t handle the situation; it would be torture for him psychologically. However, Claire was reluctant to take action.

“Do it!”

Alan held the phone, gradually losing his patience. Suddenly, with a roar, he took Claire’s hand and stabbed the child in the abdomen.

Claire was caught off guard. The blood spurted out from the child’s wound. She had blood all over her hands, her clothes, and her face. The terrible memories of being in prison all came rushing at her in a flash. Claire recalled the temperature of a person’s blood right after death; the heat of the blood, the salty smell, the blinding red, and the fear almost suffocated her. She finally passed out.

But while Claire was unconscious, she could still hear the sound of the knife going into the flesh, and the sound of the bone bumping against the knife. She seemed to see warm blood.

In the end, Alan killed the child himself and didn’t record a video. As for the child, except for his face, which was recognizable, his body was covered in blood, with not a single inch of his body intact. Frederick just watched from the side, helplessly. All his years of training and reason had told him that he could do nothing now. Otherwise, he would harm the other hostages. And he could only pretend not to see the unconscious Claire.

When Claire woke up, she was already in her room. She saw Alan with blood all over his face. Claire let out an uncontrollably loud cry and crawled frantically toward the head of the bed.

Alan grabbed her face. “You are not obedient. You said you would cooperate with me and obey me in everything. But you just pretended to faint. How should I punish you? Do you know what kind of punishment is usually given to women in our organization? The simplest way is to let everyone draw lots with numbers from one to one hundred. These people take turns going to the woman’s room until it’s over or she dies. You know we don’t care about that woman’s life. Often after dozens of people have been in the room, the woman will be played to death. There is another way to punish her, but with animals. Snakes, dogs, or even jackals are all possible. Which method will you choose?”

Alan stroked Claire’s face with his fingers. His movements were gentle, but the words he said were creepy.