Curse the Mainframe! 317 Joe's Demise I

Alec shrugged before dropping the profusely bleeding man on the floor. He would die out on his own due to blood loss.

The man should have already gone into shock, but since Alec used his serum on him, he wasn't able to do so.

Joe was all but trembling now, knowing deep down what was about to happen to him, even if he couldn't accept it.

He'd never accept it.

The sounds of Connor's gasping breaths as he slowly died out haunted the man.

The best he could hope for right now was for mercy at Travis' hands.

Yet, he could not see the young teen doing so for him. Not after he had so much as forced the teen into his servitude, along with the now deceased Bill and Connor.

No, he didn't think that the teen would have much of a forgiving bone in his body. Especially when it was Joe who had all but coerced them into it.

Travis would not have forgotten about that.

Joe's mind whirled.

But… if he was tortured at Travis' hands… which he was probably too faint-hearted to do on his own – there was a reason why the young master of the Ross Clan had employed them – he would possibly be able to escape later on.

As long as he didn't land in that monster's hands, anything was preferable.

"Please, young master Travis," Joe started begging. "Please forgive me. I won't ever do it again. It… it wasn't as if I wanted to do everything that I did to you."

Alec's eyes glinted coolly as he took in Joe's words. The man was disgusting and willing to debase himself just for the little chance of absolution. However, his words had been designed and worded to inflict emotional harm on Travis.

Not only would it remind him of what had happened nightly, it would leave him incensed and at the mercy of his anger.

People who were angry made irrational decisions at times, and that was likely what Joe was aiming for.

He also – from the way he looked at Alec from time to time – didn't want to land in Alec's hands and suffer a long and torturous death like how Connor was right now. The man wasn't dead yet, but he would be soon.

Alec smiled his normal gentle smile, which only made Joe shudder as his incessant pleading grew louder, as if the increase in his volume would spur Travis on.

Indeed, Joe's words had successfully reminded Travis about what had happened to him on a daily basis, and the young master of the Ross Clan was angry and wrathful. He was, however, not as lost in his anger as the man wanted him to be.

The emotion in his eyes was so much deeper and that much more scorching than the look of resentment that he'd shot at Alec previously.

It made a shiver go down Alec's spine, and he didn't fight the curl of his lips that was more than what one would expect from a 'gentle' individual like Alec.

Alec was all for retribution.

It felt like he was a part of the sudden bloom in character from Travis, something that felt strangely humbling.

If there was ever a doubt that a single action of his could cause an entire landslide to happen, it was at this moment that Alec reaffirmed it.

Travis sneered.

Joe and his associates were the typical bullies who bullied the weak but feared the strong. It meant that he was a snivelling coward that catered to the strong.

…More than that, it disgusted Travis when he thought about how he'd behaved even remotely similarly to them before.

It had been a harsh wakeup call for the young master of the Ross Clan, and not one that he would be making again any time soon.

He was angry. He was so angry that he laughed, the disbelief in his mind had no other way to come out.

The spineless, utterly disgusting man had actually managed to bring tears to his eyes – as if he had any right after causing Travis pain. As if his 'regret' now could ever absolve him of the guilt that stained him black.

He laughed from anger, and he laughed from sadness.

Travis himself had likely caused others to feel the exact same way he was right now, and for that, he just couldn't forgive the man in front of him.

Joe, though acting sorry, held a steady light in his eyes, as if he was waiting for the most opportune moment to strike and escape.

Travis breathed harshly, wishing that he had his spear with him now. He wanted so badly to just stab the man multiple times as he bled out, and perhaps use that syringe that Alec had used previously to stop Connor from going unconscious.

Alec sensed his anger and raised his brow. "What are you waiting for?"

"…I want my spear."

"Go, then. I'll be here watching him."

Travis shot Alec a grateful look before darting off into another part of the room, searching for his spear.

His eyes lit up when he found it. His spear was a work of art and had been passed down to him by his mother. It was streamlined so that blood flowed through the grooves instead of sticking onto the metal, and it was a deep black.

Gripping it, Travis felt a lot more powerful than he had in a long time.

With a savage light in his eyes, Travis stalked back to Joe.

No, he would not lose himself in his anger since that would make it too messy.

Travis was going to take his time and do this right. It wouldn't do for him to either pass out or for the man to escape. That wouldn't do at all.

Making his way back, Alec informed him that he'd already used that same solution on Joe that he'd used on Connor.

Judging from Joe's despairing eyes, that was indeed the case. Travis felt the glee stir deep inside him, as if he was confirming that this was really happening.

"Thank you," Travis said gratefully, and Alec nodded at him.

Joe actually whimpered when he saw that he wasn't going to be getting out of this at all, something that stroked the little sadistic pleasure inside both Travis and Alec.

Joe's mind whirled rapidly, trying to see a way out from the situation. He wasn't going to just sit down and passively accept his torture and subsequent death.

No.

There had to be something he could say that would capture their attention.

"Wait, wait," Joe said, seeing Travis approach with the wicked-looking spear.

They'd originally been planning on selling off the spear discreetly, but they kept getting side-tracked. Something that he regretted now.

His heart pounded as he thought about gambling with his life. There was just one thing that he'd kept to himself.

"I was paid by your aunt to do this!" Joe shouted desperately.

Travis' eyes blazed, and he instantly stabbed his spear into Joe's side, wrenching a groan of pain from the man. Fire scorched Joe's insides.

"Do not talk badly about my aunt," Travis spat, anger a lot more apparent in his eyes than before. "Not when you've never met her. How dare you use her?"

"I do," Joe said through gritted teeth. "She was the one who planted me by your side."

"Ludicrous!"

"She said that until the day she could get rid of you, all I had to do was follow your orders, and subsequently hers."

Joe gained more stab wounds.

Seeing that Travis was just attacking him out of sheer calculated hatred and disgust now, Joe knew that he had to sweeten the pot so to speak.

"She was going to sell you off to some slave traders or something!"

Chapter end

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