His Toxic Addiction
Chapter 75: New threats.

Chapter 75: New threats.

Alfred’s muffles and cries for help were sealed as the sellotape still wasn’t off his lips. The new image of this Alfred wasn’t the old haunt tyrant but a humbled new man, begging for forgiveness.

Logan cleared his throat after scanning Alfred, "I respected you a lot," Logan confessed, a sardonic smile forming on his lips.

Blood dropped from all parts of Alfred’s body and in just two hours, the man seemed to be taking his last breath. His branded blue suit was now socked with his blood and some parts have deep cuts from the lashes he was given with rods.

Looking at Alfred, Logan was tempted to just end the man but no. Mapping out lots of plans all these years taught him one strong virtue which was patience and, this was the period to put it in line.

A deep breath, "I would have used Arissa to pay you back for your sins but thinking about it, she’s just an innocent sweet angel, and hurting her would leave me broken,"

Logan paused, startled by his confession. He does like Arissa but he never knew it was up to the point he can openly confess about being hurt if she gets hurt. Pushing Arissa out of his mind, for now, he continued with Alfred before him.

"And after taking a good view into your kind of person, I realized hurting Arissa would not break you so what did I do?" he paused again and clapped his hands, and immediately, a bulky man pushed an old woman on a wheelchair in.

She was unconscious.

"Say hi to your mother Alfred," and the moment Logan permitted Alfred to say hi, the sellotape was forcefully dragged out of Alfred’s lips.

"What... what did you do to her?" Alfred stammered with shock. His whole body trembled with fury if he was in a good state, Logan would have had no teeth left in his mouth to produce that charming smile.

Lacking patience, Alfred struggled on the seat he was tired of as he tried to free himself. That was his mother there - unconscious.

"If you..." he struggled, "If you dare hurt a strand of her hair, I promise I would kill you," Alfred promised, yelling out with his whole strength.

He was exhausted but that can wait. He would not let Logan hurt his mother.

"Let her go," Alfred yelled again and ended up coughing out a mouthful of blood.

Logan coughed out laughter and then, the cough turned into audible laughter and a few of his team joined his as they chuckled along.

"I," Logan laughed like a manic, "I have almost killed her and....and here you are talking about hurting a strand of her hair?"

Logan paused and his expression turned frosty, "Look for new threats. Threats involving just hurting a strand of her or his hair died long ago. So, look for new threats Alfred and maybe. Just maybe, I might turn back into the scared ten years old kid you took his parents from,"

Alfred swallowed and relaxed as the pain are him up but before he would close his eyes, Vincent released a bottle of alcohol on his wounds.

Alfred dropped to the floor with his chair as he screamed in hot pain. The pain numbed him from his inside and without pity, Logan picked up a knife from the table beside him.

Throwing it towards Vincent, Vincent caught it well, and with Alfred still on the floor from pain, Vincent tore his back with the knife, adding another deep cut on top of an old one.

"You had pleasure killing my mother and sister," Logan reminded but Alfred heard nothing because all Alfred did was yell in pain.

No one would have ever believed that Alfred was touchable.

Logan snapped his finger and immediately, his boys raised Alfred’s seat and sat him up. The pain...the pain was unbearable.

Alfred’s chest heaved up and down with pain. All parts of his arms were cut and from his back, lots of lines were on his suit, indicating cuts, and the whole floor was now covered in blood.

"Lo...gan. Logan please," Alfred begged.

Logan’s eyes darkened immediately with Alfred pleaded, "My father also pleaded. My mother pleaded and my sister pleaded,"

Hate flashed through Logan’s eyes and Alfred could only look at him confused.

"Don’t be scared, Alfred. I already told my father to prepare a mansion for your mother in hell and for you, he prepared an estate. I promise you would love it,"

Tears dropped from Alfred’s eyes, hearing Logan’s statement and his eyes passed over to his mother. Never in the years, he knew Logan did he imagine this would come about and Logan was so manipulatable, faithful, honest, and loyal that he turned a blind eye to all minor flaws from Logan which, now resulted in strength as large as this.

If only he had known, he would have treated Logan with stern hands.

"I don’t know what you are talking about,"

Logan cut in, "Surely, you would not know what I’m talking about. You have killed a lot of families without a care of the world and I believe you have forgotten my family."

Dragging his stool closer to Alfred, he continued,

"Erm, where do I start?" Logan asked, wondering where he would start his storytelling, "Remember a teenage girl your men gang raped to death? And a man who you tied to a chair just like this and made him watch how you butchered his wife,"

Alfred’s eyes widened in surprise. He had done that to a lot of people but with Logan’s explanation, a particular man kept on appearing in his memory.

With impatient, Logan picked up another knife and slashed Alfred tight with it when the man said nothing about the family he ended that way.

Alfred fumed in pain as his voice was now too dry and long gone to be able to keep on yelling.

"Your brain seems to be rusted right now but don’t worry, I’d get it cleaned up," Logan said standing up. He gave Alfred one last look before walking to the door and Alfred was finally able to breathe, still in denial of what was happening to him.

And a step away from the door, "Kill her," Logan ordered.

"NO!!!" Alfred screamed but sadly, Logan was already out of the door and under his watch with pitiful hopeless cries, Vincent and other of the boys in there, ended her slow and painfully, using their blades.