When I was eight, Kaitlin punished me by striking my palms fifty times because I took one of your pens when father wasnât home.
My hands swelled, and I couldnât grasp a pen for three whole days.
Then, at the age of twelve, I borrowed a horse from you to play with Lucinda.
However, she falsely accused me of stealing your horse, and you didnât step in to clear my name.
Eventually, I endured a severe beating at her hands, and I couldnât leave my bed for a full week.
As Kyson recounted these painful memories, Mekhi gazed at him with a puzzled expression.
Kyson continued, his tone dripping with derision, âAfter our fatherâs passing, we vied for power.
You imprisoned our brother on charges of financial misconduct, and you purposefully had him tortured and pushed him to suicide.
You then had me relocated.
Every small misstep on my part was met with your beatings.
And not too long ago, you went so far as to whip me with a vine, breaking two of them, all over a key to the top floor.
Iâve held onto these memories.
You can still remember, right?â
Kyson nonchalantly recounted his ordeal.
He then exerted pressure on the wound on Mekhiâs chest to reignite his agony.
Wincing from the pain, Mekhi retorted with sarcasm, âYouâre quite the grudge-holder.
Remembering even the smallest details.
â
âThese are far from trivial matters to me,â Kyson asserted.
âKaitlinâs mistreatment began when I was a kid, and you were her partner in crime.
Now that sheâs gone, itâs my chance to settle the score with her favored son.
â
Mekhi narrowed his eyes, sensing trouble.
âWhat do you intend to do?â
Kysonâs smiled remained as morbid and overconfident as ever.
âIâve heard you want a quick death by firing squad.
You didnât even put up a defense, did you?â
Mekhi gazed at Kyson, silent and expressionless.
The smile at the corners of Kysonâs mouth grew wider.
He moved closer to Mekhi and whispered softly, âI want you to experience the pain you inflicted on our brother.
I desire to torment you and see your descent into madness.
It should be quite intriguing.
â
âKyson!â
Mekhiâs enraged shout fell on deaf ears as Kyson continued to laugh manically.
Madness gleamed in his eyes.
*
After Sonny finished the last drag of his second cigarette, Kyson left the room.
He appeared to be in a foul
mood and was staring down at the floor.
âWhatâs bothering you? Heâs been exposed.
He canât torture you anymore, can he?â Sonny inquired.
Kyson sighed, âIâm okay.
I just feel a bit low.
I never expected him to be so vicious.
He callously murdered his own mother just to frame me.
â
Sonny extinguished his cigarette and nodded in agreement.
âPeople are skilled at concealing their true selves behind a facade.
We can only glimpse their real nature when that mask starts to fall off.
â
âI couldnât agree more,â Kyson said, nodding.
He then left the interrogation room.
âLetâs return to the National Security Bureau to complete the necessary paperwork.
I can finally enjoy a peaceful nightâs sleep at home.
â
Sonny followed him.
âItâs a huge relief for both of us.
If I keep working overtime like this, my lady will be really upset with me.
â
Kyson smiled.
âI was not aware that you had a girlfriend?â
âSheâs not exactly my girlfriend.
She is much younger than me.
Iâm waiting for her to get a little older.
â
It was evident that Sonny was truly in love.