The Bad Boy’s Favorite Girl

Chapter Ninety

Elena pov

You know that feeling you get, when you know that this is nothing but a dream but you decide to flow with it?

Well, this was me at the moment, feeling the same way but I still wanted to flow with everything going on at this point in time.

I was standing by a door and the urge to open it filled me up and I knew without a doubt that I had to open it.

The moment I opened it, I was shocked to discover that it was an actual room and not just any room, it was a Mac room.Têxt belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

However, turning to the couch, I was met with Liam and I gasped and turned around to get away, but Mac’s voice caused me to hold still.

“You bastard! How the hell did you get into my apartment” Mac asked Liam in a very annoyed tune but Liam didn’t speak; he simply brought out his gun and shot Mac in the leg, making the latter scream in pain.

I held my mouth to conceal my screams and wanted to go check on Mac, but for some reason, I couldn’t move from where I was standing.

“First you kidnap Elena, and now this, how far are you going to get Laim?” I noticed Mac asked all these questions while still feeling the hot object in his leg.

Again, Liam didn’t reply. He simply brought out ropes and tied his hands to a chair and used a tissue to close his mouths up.

“Don’t do this Liam !” I tried shouting but it was obvious none of them could hear me.

Liam eventually went ahead and brought out his knife and cut the wounded leg open causing Mac to scream in pain through the tissue.

It was a sight that I didn’t dare want to see, but I had no option but to stare. I wanted to see the end of it knowing fully well I couldn’t do anything and Mac was also helpless at that moment.

After cutting the wounds, he went ahead and brought out a box from the opposite room.

This made me began to wonder what was going on through that sadistic mind of his, i wonder how he was once friends with Mac and I couldn’t help but ask myself if he truly considered Mac his friend right from time or he was just pretending because having to do something like these to someone you once considered a friend is heartbreaking and Liam had no formal of pity on his face.

He opened the box and there were tools which would make any person shiver in ultimate fear. There were knives, whip, nails, a Spanish tickler, hammer, a collar, an acid and also a mediaeval pear of anguish.

I realised what he was about to do. He intends on torturing Mac.

Mac struggled across the chair but he couldn’t as the ropes were too tight for him to escape. At that moment all I could wish for was a miracle on behalf of Mac. But nothing like that was going to happen, that I knew.

And all I could do was watch, hold my hands in prayer like manner and cry.

Mac didn’t deserve any of this, he truly deserved good things and not this type of thing, Mac was a sweet boy he only made a mistake and he didn’t have an idea about Liam having feelings for the girl he took a night stand with so how is he supposed to be blamed for this.

Liam began by picking up his pear of anguish as his first tool of torture which he seemingly loved to use and went and placed it on the opening of Mac nostril and then began to expand it causing Mac to scream even harder.

More tears were rolling down my eyes as I tried to save him, but still couldn’t move.

“Liam please stop this madness” I tried begging but he too couldn’t listen to me.

I noticed Mac’s face turned pale and his body was visibly shaking as he went through the pain of having his nostrils expanded.

“Hmm something is missing and it’s making me lose appetite in treating you well” these were the first sentences of Liam .

Whatever it was that he was planning to do next was really going to be horrific and I could feel it in my stomach.

Liam took out a jam box from the other end which apparently belonged to Mac and took out his phone and connected it to the jam box, and one of the most horrifying songs I had ever heard began playing.

The sound of the music made Liam even more terrifying as he simply just laughed to the tone and didn’t care he had just tried to tear up the human’s nostril.

He looked at Mac for a moment and I knew that he wanted to try out yet another vile act.

“When I was a little younger, I loved drawing and I know you certainly know that. I could draw anything, any object, any person. It is just one gift that the Supreme Being gave to me.”

“There were times where I would simply sit down alone and draw my thoughts out and it looked absolutely beautiful but when I began growing, I realised that there is more to art and it could be made real. So right now I don’t draw with pencils or ink or paint any longer. I draw with knives” Before I could process what he had just said, he ripped Mac’ shirt off with the knife and started inserting the knife into his body in a manner that depicted an artist carving something, as more screams followed which seemingly blended with the horrifying music playing.

I couldn’t do anything. I couldn’t stop what was happening because I couldn’t move, I could not even yell to be heard. I was a total nobody right in this scene, and I hated the fact that I couldn’t do anything. I wish I could move. I would have grabbed Liam in the neck and made him pay for what he is doing to my Mac.

Liam continued carving with blood splattering on his face, he didn’t bother to clean up the mess.