(Warning: Gory scenes and disturbing graphics ahead!)
Marcellus' POV
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"P– Please, have... Have mercy. I– I have done no wrong and brought... No harm..." The pack doctor begged with a weak voice, coughing as he struggled to stay conscious while he was being held by Marcellus.
Meanwhile, the latter didn't care and waited patiently for the number to ring.
"Shh." He shushed the pack doctor, a sly grin curling up the corner of his lips. "Don't ruin the fun. It's ringing."
The pack doctor's stomach, which was deeply wounded by Marcellus, continued to gush out with blood like a fountain, with the latter's marble tiles already getting painted all over with crimson red.
The poor man's intestines had even begun dangling out like bloody sausages.
The sight was gory and would probably have a lot of people retching, but to Marcellus, it didn't even phase him.
