Torturing death

Author's Pov

Vivaan and Advika walked through the grand entrance of one of Vivaan's many spare houses, their presence commanding respect. The air around them was thick with authority, a silent testament to Vivaan's stature and the power he wielded. Advika felt a mixture of emotions as they moved forward, her hand nestled securely in his. She couldn't help but notice the way the guards stationed at various points straightened at their approach, their heads bowing slightly in deference. It was a gesture that wasn't lost on her, and for a moment, a small, impressed smile tugged at the corners of her lips.

Vivaan led her down a series of hallways, each more lavish than the last, until they reached a room at the far end of the corridor. Two guards stood watch, their expressions unreadable as they acknowledged Vivaan with a respectful nod. With a subtle gesture from him, they unlocked the door and swung it open, revealing the room beyond.

As Advika stepped inside, her gaze landed on the man seated at the far end of the room. Instantly, her blood began to boil. The sight of the ACP, the man who had attempted to molest and threaten her and her best friend Tara, brought a surge of anger and disgust. He sat there, looking far less imposing than he had the last time she'd seen him. Stripped of his uniform and aura of authority, he appeared almost pitiful.Advika's grip tightened around Vivaan's hand, her knuckles whitening.

The room seemed to close in around her, her anger bubbling just beneath the surface. She wanted to scream, to lash out, but instead, she stood tall, her back straight and chin high. She refused to show any sign of weakness in front of him.

The ACP's eyes flickered with a mixture of recognition and discomfort, as if he could feel the weight of his actions pressing down on him in this very moment.Vivaan, sensing her tension, gently squeezed her hand, grounding her. He stepped forward, his voice calm but carrying an edge that demanded attention.

"Welcome, ACP," he began, his tone icy. "I believe we have some unfinished business." The words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken threats and promises of retribution.

Advika watched, her eyes never leaving the ACP's face, as the man shifted uncomfortably in his chair. The power dynamic had shifted, and she knew, for the first time in a long while, that she was no longer the victim. Today, she had the upper hand.

Advika's eyes burned with fury as she strode across the room, her footsteps echoing ominously in the otherwise silent space. The ACP's eyes widened in surprise, and before he could react, her hand came crashing down on his face with a resounding slap. The force of it echoed through the room, leaving a reddening mark on his cheek. The shock and sting of the blow left him momentarily stunned, his head snapping to the side.

Vivaan stood back, watching the scene unfold with a glint of admiration in his eyes. He was impressed by Advika's boldness and the strength of her resolve. She wasn't just standing up for herself; she was standing up for her friend, for the justice they both deserved. His expression remained calm, but a slight, approving smile tugged at the corners of his lips.Advika's voice was low and venomous as she leaned closer to the ACP, her eyes locking onto his with a fierce intensity.

"That," she snarled, "was for me. But for what you did to Tara... I'll make sure you pay tenfold." Her words were a promise, a declaration of the vengeance she intended to exact. The threat in her voice was palpable, sending a shiver down the ACP's spine.

Vivaan, still composed, gave a slight nod to his men. At his silent command, they stepped forward and grabbed the ACP by his arms, dragging him towards another room. The ACP struggled, trying to free himself, but the guards' grip was ironclad. They pulled him into a dimly lit room, dominated by a single bed in the center. Next to the bed stood a small table, meticulously arranged with an assortment of surgical instruments. The cold metal gleamed under the sparse lighting, adding a sinister touch to the already tense atmosphere.

The guards roughly threw the ACP onto the bed, swiftly securing his wrists and ankles to the sturdy frame. Panic set in as he realized the gravity of his situation. He began to shout, his voice rising in a desperate attempt to assert control, but it was quickly silenced. One of the guards forced a gag into his mouth, muffling his protests. The room fell silent, save for the muffled sounds of the ACP's struggles and the steady hum of the air conditioning.

Vivaan stood at the edge of the room, observing with an air of detachment. He glanced at Advika, a silent question in his eyes. This was her moment, her decision on how far to take this. He was there to support her, to ensure that justice was served, but he would follow her lead. The ball was in her court, and Vivaan had no doubt that she was ready to play it.

Vivaan approached the bed with a calm, almost leisurely stride, his eyes never leaving the bound ACP. He reached out to the table and picked up a scalpel, examining it with a casual curiosity. The cold, polished metal glinted in the dim light, its sharp edge catching the glint of Vivaan's eyes. He twirled it between his fingers, a dangerous glint in his gaze as he turned his attention back to the helpless man before him.

Advika stood nearby, her arms crossed as she watched Vivaan with a mixture of anticipation and dark amusement. The ACP's eyes darted between them, panic evident in their wide expanse. Vivaan let out a soft chuckle, breaking the tense silence.

"You know," he began, his voice smooth and almost conversational, "I've always wondered what makes a person like you tick. Is it the power? The uniform? Or just a twisted sense of entitlement?"

Advika smirked, stepping closer to Vivaan. She tilted her head slightly, her expression thoughtful. "I'd say it's probably all of the above," she replied, her tone light yet laced with venom.

"Men like him think they can get away with anything because they have a badge and a title."

Vivaan nodded in agreement, still twirling the scalpel. He leaned closer to the ACP, his voice dropping to a near-whisper. "It's fascinating, really. The lengths people go to, just to feel a little bit of control." He paused, letting the weight of his words sink in before pulling back, turning his attention to Advika.

He gave her a playful smile, his eyes sparkling with a mischievous glint.

"You know, if we weren't in the middle of a... session, I'd say this could be a fun date night activity. Dinner, a movie, and a little bit of... creative expression." He winked at her, the casual flirtation a stark contrast to the grim situation.

Advika let out a soft laugh, playing along with his banter. "You're right. It's definitely a unique way to bond," she teased, her eyes glancing toward the ACP, who continued to struggle against his restraints.

"Though I think we might be scaring off potential friends with our choice of hobbies."

Vivaan chuckled, finally placing the scalpel back on the table. He leaned in closer to the ACP, his expression darkening. "Don't worry," he said, his tone suddenly cold and menacing. "We're not going to kill you... yet. But we're going to make sure you understand the gravity of your actions."

Advika stepped forward, her gaze cold as she looked down at the ACP.

"This," she said, her voice steady, "is for every woman you've ever hurt. For every time you thought you were untouchable." She looked back at Vivaan, a small, knowing smile playing on her lips.

"Shall we begin?"

Vivaan gave a nod, his demeanor shifting back to that of a gentleman. "Ladies first," he said, gesturing to the array of instruments on the table.

"After all, it's only fair to let you have the first cut." He leaned back, folding his arms as he watched Advika take a deep breath and pick up a slender, precise-looking instrument.

As she approached the ACP, her eyes locked onto his, the room seemed to grow colder, the tension thickening with every passing second. Vivaan watched, a mix of admiration and grim satisfaction on his face. This was justice, delivered in a way that no courtroom could ever achieve.

Advika stood by the table, her fingers lightly grazing the array of instruments laid out before her. She picked up a pair of forceps, feeling the cool metal against her skin. She turned to Vivaan, a silent question in her eyes. He gave her an encouraging nod, his gaze steady and supportive.

With a final deep breath, she approached the ACP, her eyes locked on his with a cold, unwavering stare.

The ACP's muffled protests grew louder, more desperate, as Advika loomed over him. She didn't flinch; instead, she leaned in closer, her voice calm and controlled. "You think you're invincible," she began, her tone almost pitying. "But right now, you're nothing. Just a scared little man tied to a bed." She placed the forceps on the table beside the bed, her movements deliberate. "This isn't about revenge," she continued, "it's about justice."

She reached out and placed her hand on his chest, feeling his rapid heartbeat beneath her palm. "Feel that? That's fear. The same fear you instilled in so many women, thinking you'd never face the consequences."

She leaned closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. "But today, you're going to feel every bit of it."

Vivaan watched with a quiet intensity, his expression unreadable. He stepped forward, gently placing a hand on Advika's shoulder. "It's time," he said softly, his voice carrying a weight of finality. He reached for the scalpel, picking it up with a deft, practiced motion. He turned it in his hand, examining the sharp edge, before locking eyes with the ACP.

With a cold smile, Vivaan brought the scalpel closer to the ACP's skin, tracing a line along his arm. The touch was light, almost teasing, as he spoke in a calm, measured tone. "You see, there's a delicate balance between pleasure and pain," he mused, his voice smooth and controlled. "And I think it's time you learn what real pain feels like."

He pressed the scalpel into the ACP's skin, just enough to draw a thin line of blood. The ACP's muffled scream filled the room, his eyes widening in terror. Vivaan's expression remained serene, almost detached, as he made another shallow cut, this time on the ACP's other arm.

"This is just the beginning," he said, his voice devoid of emotion. "Consider it a lesson in humility."

Advika watched, her eyes flickering with a mix of satisfaction and cold determination. She picked up a syringe filled with a clear liquid and held it up to the light, inspecting it. "You know," she said, her voice thoughtful, "I read somewhere that small doses of certain substances can induce a feeling of intense heat, like you're burning from the inside out." She glanced at Vivaan, a wicked smile on her lips. "Shall we test that theory?"

Vivaan nodded, stepping back to give her room. Advika approached the ACP, her expression unreadable as she injected the liquid into his arm. The effect was almost immediate. The ACP's body tensed, his eyes bulging as he struggled against his restraints. His muffled screams grew louder, more frantic, as the burning sensation spread through his veins.

Vivaan leaned in, his voice a low, soothing whisper. "Breathe through it," he instructed, his tone almost gentle.

"The pain will fade... eventually." He looked up at Advika, who was watching the ACP with a clinical detachment. "How are you feeling?" he asked, his voice softer.

Advika met his gaze, her expression conflicted. "Strangely... calm," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "Like this is something I needed to do." She glanced down at the ACP, her eyes hardening. "For Tara, and for every woman he's hurt.

"Vivaan nodded, his expression approving. "You're stronger than you think," he said, his voice warm and supportive. "And now, he knows that too." He placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze.

"This is just the beginning of his reckoning."

Advika looked back at the ACP, her eyes cold and unforgiving. She leaned in close, her voice low and menacing.

"This is just a taste of what's to come," she promised, her tone icy. "You'll pay for every crime you've committed, every woman you've terrorized. And I'll be here, every step of the way, to make sure you suffer."

As she stepped back, Vivaan placed the scalpel back on the table, his movements slow and deliberate. He turned to the guards, nodding slightly. "Keep an eye on him," he instructed, his voice firm. "We wouldn't want him to miss out on the rest of his... education."

He looked back at Advika, a proud smile on his face. "Let's get some air," he suggested, offering her his arm. "You've earned it."

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