Chapter 536 - 534:Ravena(Final)/You. Touched. My. Sister.

Chapter 536: Chapter 534:Ravena(Final)/You. Touched. My. Sister.

A/N: Before reading, know that this Chapter contains some very graphic torture content. If that doesn’t sit well with you, feel free to skip, but if you wish to see Aaron suffer, then welcome to my world of pain, and please,

Enjoy....

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The room they appeared in was deep beneath the ruined isles, a forgotten cell of black stone that still stank of old blood and older power. No windows. No light except the low, sickly glow of a single formation lamp that made every wet surface shine.

Regulus set Ravena down on a clean cot against the far wall, brushing her hair once from her face with a hand that trembled only for her. Valen stood by the door, arms folded, face unreadable. Aaron had been hung from the ceiling by his wrists, naked, already bruised from the brief struggle that had ended the moment Regulus looked at him.

Regulus turned.

He did not speak at first. He simply walked forward until he stood close enough for Aaron to feel the heat rolling off him. Golden eyes, still half-draconic, studied the younger man the way a butcher studies meat that has already begun to spoil.

Aaron tried to spit. The saliva never left his lips. Regulus’s hand closed around his jaw and forced it shut with a wet crack of teeth.

"You. Touched. My. Sister."

The words came out flat, almost soft. Then Regulus’s free hand drove two fingers straight into Aaron’s right eye.

There was no dramatic scream at first—only a wet, animal sound as the globe ruptured under the pressure. Vitreous fluid and blood running down Aaron’s cheek in a thick, sticky rope. Regulus did not pull the fingers out. He twisted them slowly, scooping, scraping the soft tissue against the bone of the socket until the eye was nothing but ruined pulp. Only then did he withdraw, wiping the mess across Aaron’s chest.

Aaron finally found his voice.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"

It was high and broken.

Regulus didn’t rush, waiting patiently until the screaming dipped into gasping sobs.

"You. Touched. My. Sister."

He took a thin, curved blade from the table Valen had prepared. No flourish. He simply pinched the skin of Aaron’s left pectoral between thumb and forefinger, stretched it, and began to peel.

The sound was the worst part—wet paper tearing, then the softer, more intimate sound of fat and connective tissue separating. A long, irregular sheet of skin came away, still pink and glistening on the underside, dangling for a moment before Regulus let it drop to the floor with a soft slap. The exposed muscle twitched and wept clear fluid mixed with blood. Aaron’s body convulsed so hard the chains rattled.

Regulus moved to the other side and repeated the process, slower this time, humming under his breath as though concentrating on a delicate task. When both sides of the chest were open, he pressed his palm flat against the raw meat and pushed until his fingers sank between the ribs. Aaron’s scream went silent for several seconds—just open-mouthed, eyes (the remaining one) rolling white—before sound returned in a continuous, animal keen.

"GAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!"

Regulus withdrew his hand, slick to the wrist.

"You. Touched. My. Sister."

He reached lower.

Aaron’s genitals were still intact. Regulus considered them the way a man considers a knot that must be untied carefully. He took a length of thin, barbed wire from the table and began to wind it around the base of the penis, each loop tighter than the last, the barbs biting deep. When the organ was purple and swollen and the wire was buried in flesh, he twisted the ends together and gave a sharp yank. The sound that left Aaron was no longer human.

Regulus did not stop. He took a small, heated iron—Valen had kept it ready—and pressed the glowing tip against the underside of the scrotum. The skin blistered and split with a soft pop. The smell of burning hair and cooking meat filling the cell. Aaron’s legs kicked uselessly; urine and blood running down his thighs in steaming streams.

Still Regulus worked with the same quiet patience. He sliced the scrotum open lengthwise, lifted each testicle free with two fingers, and set them on the table beside the blade as though arranging fruit. Aaron’s remaining eye was wide and glassy; his mouth worked without sound for almost a full minute before the screaming started again, thinner now, almost polite.

Regulus wiped his hands on a rag.

"You. Touched. My. Sister."

He moved to the hands next. One by one he forced each finger backward until the joints popped and the bones broke through the skin like white thorns. When the fingers were ruined he took a pair of pincers and began extracting the nails, slow and steady, the way one pulls weeds. Each nail came free with a small, wet tear and a fresh spray of blood. Aaron’s voice had become a continuous, bubbling moan broken only by the wet sounds of his own body being dismantled.

Hours passed that way.

Regulus opened the abdomen with a single vertical cut, held the edges apart with hooks, and simply looked at the coils of intestine for a long time. Then he began to draw them out, hand over hand, careful not to tear anything vital yet. The loops steamed in the cool air. He arranged them on the floor in a neat spiral around Aaron’s hanging feet. Aaron watched with the one eye that still worked, body shaking in small, exhausted spasms.

Only when the intestines were fully externalized did Regulus speak again, the same four words, spaced between wet breaths.

"You. Touched. My. Sister."

He took a ladle of the formation lamp’s oil and poured it slowly over the exposed organs. Then he set a single spark to the oil. The flames were low and blue at first, then yellow, then hungry. The smell became something that clawed the back of the throat and stayed there. Aaron’s body jerked in the chains; his remaining eye boiled in its socket and ran down his cheek in a white curd. The screaming had long since become a continuous, high, wet whistle.

Regulus watched until the flames died and the organs were blackened and cracked.

He did not look away.

When there was little left that still resembled a man, Regulus stepped close one final time. He cupped what remained of Aaron’s face with both hands, almost tender.

"You. Touched. My. Sister."

Then he closed his fists.

The skull gave with a soft, wet crunch. Brain matter and blood squeezed between Regulus’s fingers and dripped onto the floor in heavy clots. He held the ruined head for several seconds longer, as though making certain, then let the body swing.

Silence returned, broken only by the soft drip of fluids and the distant, fading cries of the dying isles above.

Regulus turned away at last. His hands were red to the elbows. His face was empty.

Valen said nothing. He only stepped aside as Regulus walked past him and knelt beside the cot where Ravena slept, still and small and finally safe.

Outside, the floating isles continued to burn.

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A/N: This still didn’t feel as satisfying as I want it to be. Anyways if you stuck around till the end, then as always,

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