The Devil's Betrothed-Chapter 702: Aaron’s Revenge (Triggering Content)

Hearing what Elrod said, Aaron halted in his tracks, his back facing the disgusting man, who he could not wait to punish and make him feel the same suffering as him.

Lucian, Nathaniel and Arthur, who heard it, had their gazes fixed on that man as they could not wait to kill him as well. They all decided to allow whatever Aaron wished to do with him, even if it meant worse than being cruel.

"Your sister, that little girl, was so delicate but that night I made her a woman," Elrod continued, looking at Aaron’s back, his tone as if taking pride in what he did. "But instead of being grateful to me for giving her such a pleasure at young age, that whore was crying and begging to let her go. Instead of enjoying it and making me hear her moan, her crying felt annoying.

"But thinking of her as a little girl, the kind I never had in my bed before, I decided to forgive her because her being inside her small tight body felt like heaven. I wanted to have her every night of my life, seeing her cry and under me when I take my liberties with her. But in that pleasure I forgot she was so delicate. My hand choking her neck, it didn’t realize when that delicate neck of hers was crushed in it like the neck of a chicken. It was so satisfying."

Aaron, who calmly heard it, closed his eyes for a moment, knowing Elrod was trying to provoke him so he would kill him instead of torturing him.

He heard Elord again, "She stopped breathing, she was dead, but her body was still warm. I didn’t want to stop and continued till I felt I had enough of that pleasure and her small body was no longer warm."

Aaron opened his eyes, behind that calm gaze was a storm, something evil he had been keeping hidden, his thoughts, his heart was dark with all the hatred that he felt no other emotion.

He turned to look at Elord, his expression impassive. "Are you done?"

Seeing Aaron unaffected, Elord was taken aback a little, but started again, "I regret not being able to have a taste of your mother, but just in one night, your sister made up for that regret."

Aaron stood unaffected as if even he heard even worse than this, it won’t affect him anymore. A corner of his lips, lifted into an evil smirk. "Seems like you have forgotten you have a family as well."

Elrod chuckled, "So you want to do the same with those whores born by some random whores I fucked? Go ahead."

"I don’t have to do anything bad to them. Having you as their father is already worse for them," Aaron said, his gaze turning icy cold, "But you are forgetting you have a son, a son you cherish more than your own life."

Hearing it, finally there was a change in Elrod’s smug expressions. Elord had only one son from his wife who died during childbirth. Elrod raised his son and spoiled him rotten. If Elord was inhuman, then his son was worse than him.

"That useless piece of shit, do you know what he was doing when he was caught?" Aaron asked.

Elrod only looked at him, waiting to get an answer.

"He was abusing and fucking his own half sister," Aaron added.

"Those are whores born by their whore mothers. They are not his sisters or my daughters. Those whores are meant to be fucked by every man they get," Elrod spat out.

"Then let’s hear from those whores what they want me to do with you," Aaron commented, and then four young women were brought there, scared and shivering.

Aaron didn’t turn to look at them, but asked, "You heard what your father said, don’t you."

"He is not our father," One of them replied in her weak but rageful voice.

Aaron chuckled, "See, even the whores are refusing to call you a father."

Elrod glared at those four and said, "Whores can’t be my blood as well."

"Really?" An evil smirk on Aaron’s lips, winded, "what if I turn your son into a whore right in front of your eyes, will you say the same?"

Elrod’s heart skipped a beat as he wondered what Aaron was truly planning, and his expressions told he was not having a good feeling about it.

Soon a voice was heard, along with the noise of chains dragging along the ground as a young man was being brought there. "Let me go. You don’t know who my father is. He will kill you all if he knows what you are doing." freёweɓnovel.com

With his heart heavy, Elrod looked at his son who had recently celebrated his twentieth second birthday, it was the grand celebration.

"Father," the young man who looked similar to Elrod in appearance- Tall, robust built but lacked any kind of dignity or elegance of a noble. He looked nothing better than a thug.

Elrod had nothing to say. If he begged to give an easy death to his son, it would only encourage Aaron. He knew death was the only option they had and he only wished at least his son won’t suffer, but he could only swallow his words.

"Seems like, you are so happy to your son that you are speechless, Elord" Aaron commented, "How about I let you those whores decide your son’s fate? If they ask me to release him, I give you my word I would let him go, but if they ask me to kill him, I will do so."

Elrod looked at those four women, supposedly his own daughters he never acknowledged.

"These whores, why would they decide my fate?" The son called out, while struggling to free himself from the chains. "I will decide it for me, and I want you to let me go....Uhm..." His mouth was covered in a moment, to stop him from speaking.

Aaron chuckled, not even tuning to look at that annoying son of Elrod and simply laughed as he asked, "Elrod, what did you feed him to turn him so confident. Is he high on something to hallucinate impossible things?"

Elrod said nothing while Aaron spoke, as he finally looked at those pitiful looking four women, "What do you want me to do with your brother?"

"He is not our brother?" they replied weekly, still wary of their supposed father.

"You whores, he is your brother. Tell him to free him," Elrod finally could not hold back.

"So finally you are begging to the whores who you refuse to admit as your daughters?" Aaron turned back to Elord, "That means you are father of whores and your son is their brother. So with this logic, a brother of whores should be a whore as well," he turned to look at the girls, "What do you think? Shall I make him your true brother, a manwhore?"

The girls hesitate to reply as Aaron was not someone they knew either. They girls looked at each other. One of them spoke to other three, "He always tortured us and raped us knowing we are his sisters. He is not our brother."

"True, let him suffer what he made us go through."

Other two agreed as well and looked at Aaron who had heard him already. "Seems like you four have already made the right decision."

They nodded. "Make him suffer everything he did with us. Later we won’t mind if you kill us as well. We don’t want to live either."