His Toxic Addiction
Chapter 88: Despicable animal.

Chapter 88: Despicable animal.

Logan turned the knob of the door slowly before gently walking into the room. There was nothing special about the room though but, he had been visiting it every two hours for the past two days.

The maid in the room stood up and bowed her head slightly the moment Logan walked.

Not acknowledging the maid’s gesture of respect, he fixed his eyes on the figure on the bed, and after a short thoughtful stare,

"How has she been doing?" he inquired from the maid assigned to take care of the figure on the bed.

The maid fixed her eyes on the pink-haired girl before replying, "She’s badly not okay Mr. Paul."

Holding the hem of her black maid uniform, "Although the drugs helped her to take forced naps, they never stopped her from muttering in her sleep," the maid reported.

Logan nodded before moving toward the bed. Seating at the edge of the bed, he glanced at her folded body and many thoughts came into his mind with the reports he got from Vincent.

He wasn’t able to see her face due to the messy hair that covered it but still, he heard her faint murmurs and she folded her knee so close to her chest that Logan could not help but chuckle.

First thing when she wakes up, he would assign tasks of tests her and if the lucky star in her helps her to pass - he would let her live and work for his organization but if she doesn’t pass, it would no longer be his fault because he would have to kill her.

When he first saw her with Alfred, he saw that fighting spirit in her - although it was faint. Now, she would either have to bring it up or she dies.

She would be an essential tool in his plans and that’s why he’s making efforts to retrieve her but the moment she carries out her duties, he would end her.

She’s both deadly and helpful so it’s left for him to set his cards well and discard her the moment she would no longer be of help as he does not want to make the same mistakes that Alfred made with him.

"Report to me when she wakes up," Logan ordered, and with a "yes" nod from the maid, he walked out of the room to go and face that bastard.

Throughout the hallway, he stopped, taking reports from a few of his gang boys, while for some, he gave new commands and for one particular group of three, he returned them to their job which is to strictly follow Arissa - he isn’t yet done with her.

Getting to his underground room, he harshly pushed the rusted door open before he walked in.

Alfred’s bloody eyes parted weakly when the door to his new prison room made an opening sound.

Seeing it was Logan at the door, Alfred gulped before closing his eyes. Since mid-morning, his hand has been hanging above his head, bound with strong ropes he can’t free himself from. As for his legs, they were parted and tied to each wall of the room with his appearance, bloody terrifying.

There was no more strength left in him so rather than looking at the face of that devil, he just closed his eyes.

Logan looked around the torture room and the fact that it was all bloody with Alfred’s blood, he had lots of joy.

The joy he never dreamt about feeling rushed into all parts of his body - the same way the pain from that day felt.

Nodding to the three thugs in the room, he dismissed them before taking a seat, before Alfred. Feeling a heated gaze on him, Alfred parted his eyes again.

"I told you to kill me already," he stammered with a weak cowardly voice. Blood splurted out of his mouth the moment he opened it and more blood escaped his mouth with each word.

His white suit shirt was not unrecognizable. With dirt, blood, and hundreds of whipping slashes, he was no longer the untouchable Alfred Lincoln but now, he was someone begging for his life from another person - something he always did to others.

"Shuuu," Logan silenced him, placing a finger on his lips as a demonstration, and with a smile, he continued, "Are you such a weakling Alfred?" there was pure sarcasm in Logan’s voice, and it hurt Alfred more than the wounds on his body.

Logan let out a loud chuckle that sounded very mocking. Alfred’s throat tightened and with all his strength left, he struggled and opened his eyes. He was about to say something but kept shut when Logan spoke up first before him.

"No Alfred, no. You are not weak, never give up," Logan motivated lazily like a psychopath.

"What.."

Alfred paused.

Gaining little strength, he continued, "What joy do you have doing this to me?" Alfred asked and Logan froze.

The gravity of what Alfred just asked spun his head and his eyes saw nothing more but rage. He could not believe Alfred was the person before him asking such a question.

Logan swallowed as he tried to control himself. Parting his lips, he answered calmly, different from the ragging emotions within him.

"Considering the fact you have ended not just a life but a whole family, it’s quite hypocritical such a question came from you," Seeing Alfred parting his lips to speak, Logan continued speaking without giving Alfred a second.

"I had to bury a lot of pain because of you. You took my family away from me," Logan yelled nodding his head and with a beastly move, he threw the seat he was on a while ago across the room.

Alfred flinched with the sound.

Logan’s gaze turned bloodshot as he struggled to keep himself away from killing Alfred at the instant. He wants Alfred to suffer first before he kills him but right now, it was turning into a challenge with each second that passes with Alfred breathing in the same space as him.

Alfred turned startled when Logan tumbled the stainless table meant for different kinds of knives to the floor, producing an ear-bleeding noise.

Realizing what was going on, Alfred let out a slow grin, as he got a knowledge of the emotional conflict Logan battled with on his inside.

"You are higher than this Logan. I never tamed you to be this low, to the point of taking revenge for worthless reasons,"

When Logan paused in what he was about to scatter, Alfred broke into a wide smile. His message seemed to be going down the right rails so, Alfred continued.

"Mr. Paul," Alfred clicked his tongue as if in remembrance, "Your father was a peaceful person," Alfres fabricated a story when he saw the way Logan watched him with all attention and curiosity.

"Your father was a peaceful person. Are you sure he would be proud of what you are doing right now_"

"Don’t," Logan interrupted him. His father had had enough of the insults. His father’s name slipping out of this despicable animal’s mouth was the highest form of insult his father would ever get.

"Don’t fucking say a word," Logan continued after composing his emotions. Walking directly to Alfred, he warned, "You’d be dead faster than you would take your next breath if you let out another word,"

Alfred’s jaw tightened as he kept shut.

Since Adams decided to leave him to his fate, he would kill him if ever he leaves here. That’s a promise.