Alpha Razor King-Chapter 143: Making Him Pay.

**Razor**

The house was quiet as I made my way to the dungeon. At the heavy iron door, I paused, taking a deep breath to steady myself. I couldn’t let my rage get the best of me. I needed to be in control, to make sure Tom suffered for every drop of blood he had spilled.

The guards at the entrance bowed immediately upon seeing me. "Open it," I ordered.

They didn’t hesitate for a moment as one of them quickly pulled out a key and unlocked the door. The thick metal creaked as it swung open. As I approached, I could see him clearly. He was slumped against the wall, naked, shackled and bruised, but his eyes still held that defiant glint. He looked up as I stopped in front of him.

"Well, well, well," he sneered with sarcasm. "Look who decided to pay me a visit."

I clenched my fists tightly, my knuckles turning white. "You’re going to regret everything you’ve done, Tom," I said coldly. "Every single thing."

He laughed. "You think you can scare me, Razor? You think I give a fuck?"

"That’s exactly what I want for you, Tom. I want you to keep that same energy. Don’t you dare beg me, you bastard!"

I grabbed him by the neck and yanked him to his feet. "You betrayed your own family, Tom. You spilled innocent blood. And for what? Power? Money?"

His smirk faltered for a moment, but he quickly regained his composure. "I did what I had to do, nephew."

"You did what you had to do?" I laughed, throwing him back against the wall. "You killed our people. You tortured and murdered my in-laws and men. And my parents?"

Tom coughed, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. "I did what I had to do, Razor. I was tired of being in your fucking shadow. And as for your parents, I didn’t kill them—James did."

I took a step back, my breath coming in ragged bursts. "You’re nothing but a coward, Tom. Don’t act as though you and James didn’t conspire."

I walked over to the table, glancing at the array of silver blades. I took out one, the one which was blunt and not sharp. I strode over to Tom and waved it at him.

"So, my dear uncle, have you ever been skinned alive before?" I asked in a very low and cold voice. Oh yes, I could see the distress in his eyes now. "You see, this blade has been soaked in wolfsbane. I’m going to use it to tear out your skin slowly. The wolfsbane will cause your healing to be slow, not enough to heal you but enough to keep you alive until I say otherwise."

His eyes went wide. "No, Razor, please..." he began to beg. "Just kill me, please."

My eyes darkened. "Begging won’t save you now, Tom. Not after everything you’ve done."

"No... please... please burn me alive, throw me into the furnace, anything but that." The bastard was in tears, and I hadn’t even started.

"Shut the fuck up and stop begging. Because of you, I missed five years of my son’s life. A huge chunk of his childhood, you bastard."

"I’m sorry... please... Razor, please... remember, I’m your uncle."

"Uncle?" I scoffed. "Fuck that." I turned to my men who were behind me. "I want him to be restrained completely on that table immediately."

They ran quickly and dragged the squirming bastard, placing him on the large table and restraining his hands and legs completely so he couldn’t move.

"His head too," I motioned at them to make sure he couldn’t move his head as well.

I nodded in approval, glad that he was chained down from head to toe.

"So, let’s begin." I walked up closely to him.

His eyes widened with fear as he realized I wasn’t bluffing. "Razor, please... no... please..." he begged, horrified that he couldn’t even move his head.

Slowly, I started with one of his fingers, peeling the skin off as he screamed in agony.

This was just the beginning. I would make sure he felt the pain and terror he had inflicted on so many others. He would regret ever betraying me. He would regret everything.

After some minutes, I peeled off the skin from both his hands. His cries and pleadings were music to my ears, fueling my rage even more.

Wanting to see him suffer even more, I grabbed his dick. His screaming grew more frantic and desperate.

"No... please... kill me, please..."

"Shut the fuck up, bastard," I hushed him gently but coldly. "It’s going to happen, and there’s nothing you’re going to do about it."

His eyes widened with terror as I tightened my grip. "First, I’m going to slice the skin off, and then afterward, I’m going to cut it off completely."

He thrashed as much as he could, restrained and helpless. "No... no... please, Razor, I’ll do anything... please..."

"Anything?" I laughed darkly. "You had your chance, Tom. You had many chances, and you chose betrayal." I used the blade and began peeling the sensitive skin off his dick. He was helpless to do anything, to escape the pain. How fucking pathetic. After some minutes, I had peeled off the skin on his dick completely. A dark smile curled on my lips. It was fucking artistic.

I picked up another blade, sharper this time, and brought it close to his skin. "Feel every bit of this," I whispered, starting to slice slowly.

His screams reached a new level, a sound of pure agony that resonated with the pain I had felt for years. For the family members he had killed, for the innocent blood he had spilled, for the childhood moments with my son that I had missed.

"You did this to yourself, Tom." my voice was cold and unwavering. "You brought this upon yourself."

His cries began to weaken, turning into whimpers of pain and desperation. I continued methodically, ensuring he felt every cut, every slice.

When I was done, I stepped back, smiling triumphantly. His body was a mess of blood and torn flesh. "You wanted power Tom," I said quietly. "But all you’ve found is pain and regret."

I turned to my men. "Keep him alive. I want him to feel every moment of this," I ordered sternly. "’Make sure he doesn’t die. If he does, you’ll be the one there instead of him,’’ I warned them before turning my attention back to Tom, who looked devastated and in agony. ’’You can rest now. I’ll be back later to continue, my dear uncle. Hang in there."

As I walked away, leaving him in his torment, I felt a dark satisfaction.Tom would never forget the price of his betrayal. Immediately after I got out of the dungeon, one of my men rushed in front of me and knelt down. ’’Boss, she’s awake. Luna is awake.’’

My heart leapt for joy instantly. Without wasting any time, I quickly began to walk to the penthouse.