Next, all that was left were Colin's painful cries as Justin skillfully and with ease began to separate each of his ribs from the sternum. The agonizing screams gradually faded as the man teetered on the edge of death, his body barely clinging to life. In his mind, he must have been begging for death—with his entire chest opened, like a monster had torn it apart.
Justin stood up, silently admiring the gruesome art he had created with such precision. Each and every rib had been lifted, pulled out of the chest, tearing through the flesh—now resembling bony claws protruding from a hollow shell.
He looked at Serena. "Wonderful, isn't it?"
Just like Justin, there was a dark glint in her eyes as she nodded lightly to his question. The tears she had been holding back finally rolled down her cheeks. She opened her mouth to cry aloud, but no voice came out—as if she were choked by the weight of all the emotions and pain she had kept buried for so long.
