You Belong To Me

73. Vengeance Embrace

In the darkest abyss, I'll claim you as mine,

Guarding your heart,my duty, divine

William's fingers tightened around Albert's throat, his knuckles stark against the chaos unfolding around them. Hatred surged through him like a relentless tide, fueled by the memories of his family's suffering. Behind him, the sharp crack of Charlie's gunshot echoed through the room, a grim punctuation to their dire situation. Yet, amidst the turmoil, William stood resolute, his eyes blazing with determination.

"The innocent demand justice, and I will be their voice," William's voice was low but firm, a vow forged in the fires of his anger.

The room erupted into a frenzied whirlwind of violence as William and his comrades unleashed their pent-up rage upon their captors. Each movement was a dance of vengeance, their bodies moving with purpose amidst the chaos.

With a thunderous crash, George's foot met its mark, sending one assailant crashing to the ground with a pained cry. The sound of splintering wood filled the air as Jack's fist collided with a nearby table, shattering it into pieces. "You'll pay for your sins," he growled, his voice a grim promise of retribution.

Meanwhile, Lucas and Oliver fought with deadly precision, their movements synchronized as they cut through their foes like a scythe through wheat. Oliver's blade flashed in the dim light, each strike a lethal reminder of their resolve. "No mercy for the wicked," he declared, his eyes burning with righteous fury.

Beside him, Lucas moved with a primal grace, his every motion a testament to his skill. "You thought you could break us, but you were wrong," he declared, his voice ringing out above the chaos.

Amidst the tumult, the lifeless forms of Mr. Roy and Robert lay strewn upon the ground, their blood staining the floor in dark pools. Their deaths cast a somber shadow over the room, a stark reminder of the cost of their defiance. Yet, their sacrifice fueled the flames of William's fury, driving him ever onward.

Robert, a middle-aged man with weathered features, lay sprawled in a pool of his own blood. His face, etched with lines of experience and hardship, now bore a mask of agony as death claimed him. Despite his years of wisdom and resilience, he had met his end in a manner both cruel and senseless.Mr. Roy's eyes, once sharp and calculating, now stared lifelessly into the abyss, their spark extinguished forever. His body lay twisted and contorted, a testament to the brutality of his final moments.

Through it all, William clung to Albert like a specter of death, his grip unyielding and unwavering. "Your crimes will not go unpunished," he whispered, his voice a chilling promise of retribution.

Albert's form, once filled with arrogance and malice, now lay broken on the ground, a shattered shell of his former self. His eyes, which had glinted with disdain mere moments before, now stared blankly into oblivion, their light extinguished by the hand of justice. His body bore the marks of his violent demise, each wound a testament to the price of his sins.

As William stood amidst the grim aftermath, his heart heavy with the weight of loss and betrayal, his gaze fell upon Charlie, the embodiment of cruelty and malice, lying crumpled on the ground. "You thought you could break us, but you were wrong," William growled, his voice a low, menacing rumble as he seized Charlie by the collar, his fingers digging into the fabric like talons of vengeance. With savage determination, he unleashed a torrent of blows upon Charlie's face, each strike a symphony of pent-up rage and agony unleashed. "For every tear shed, for every life lost, you will pay," William declared, his voice a thunderous roar as blood sprayed like crimson rain amidst the relentless assault. Finally, with a decisive blow, he delivered the coup de grâce, a savage uppercut that sent Charlie hurtling into the darkness, his body crashing to the ground with a sickening thud. As the echoes of his vengeance faded into the silence of the room, William stood over Charlie's lifeless form, his chest heaving with exertion. "May your soul bear witness to the justice you denied others," he whispered, a solemn vow amidst the carnage and despair, finding a flicker of peace amidst the ruins. Yet, the memory of Arushi's harrowing ordeal at Charlie's hands lingered like a dark specter in William's mind, fueling the fires of his determination to ensure that such horrors would never be visited upon another innocent soul again.