<h4>Chapter 150: Letting Her Pain Out</h4>


    <strong>Lucian’s POV</strong>


    "I am here to protect you. I won’t let a single bastard touch you. Trust me, they’re all gone now," Rafe said calmly. One hand gently caressed her tangled hair, while the other held her steady at the waist. "You don’t have to fear them anymore."


    She hadn’t stopped biting him, yet Rafe continued speaking as if pain didn’t exist for him.


    "Do you remember that evening," his voice softened, carrying an almost startling tenderness, "how I once beat those thugs who tried to harass you when you wereing back from the shop with groceries?"


    The words stunned even us. We hadn’t known it had ever happened.


    He went on, as though reliving something that belonged only to the two of them. "The one who grabbed your hand—I broke his hand that day, and he still lives with only one. The one who spat vile words at you—I broke his mouth so he would never speak again. And the one who blocked your path—he lost his legs for it." He paused, letting his words sink in.


    "You were terrified of me instead of them, thinking I was some kind of monster. But you know why I did it. I did it to protect you. To punish them for daring to touch you." His tone grew firm, yet still low, still steady. "Just like then, I will punish every bastard who hurt you here. Just tell me what they did, and I will make them pay for every wound they left on you. Just like I punished those animals before."


    We wondered if she was finally going to share her pain with him, the things she feared to face. Making her talk and face her own pain to let it out was the goal we brought her here, so she could be free from that pain she had locked herself in.


    At his words, she finally stopped biting, though faint but unrelenting sobs still slipped from her throat. Her face remained buried against his blood-soaked shoulder.


    "...They hurt me..." she whispered, the words trembling, broken, barely audible through her tears.


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    For the first time, his words reached her. She responded. And that alone was a miracle.


    "I know," he murmured back, his voice gentler than we had ever heard it. "And I will do the same to them."


    Her cries swelled again, echoing through the prison cell. But they were no longer cries of terror. They were the cries of her own agony, the despair she had locked deep inside, now breaking free.


    She wept for long, clinging to him as though he were her only savior. His arms wrapped around her in a firm yetforting hold, one hand stroking her frail back in quiet reassurance, asking her to let it out.


    Since when did he learn to coax someone? He was never the kind of person. He even hated kids, and now he was dealing with one in such a perfect way.


    We looked at each other, except for Kael who was still stiff and staring at the screen. What went in his mind, only he knew.


    I looked at I and Liam, and they were clearly content with what they were seeing.


    "It’s working," Liam told her, to which I hummed, "he is doing good."


    Then we heard Eira’s cracking voice again.


    "...I cried... begged... but they wouldn’t listen... They hurt me... bad... so bad..." Her words came broken, swallowed by choking sobs.


    "They will cry and beg as well, and I won’t listen to them," Rafe assured with resolve.


    "...They burned me... it hurt..."


    "I will burn them worse. I’ll shove hot iron so far up their asses their screams will reach hell."


    "...They bit me... everywhere..."


    "I’ll throw them in a cage of starving wild wolves. They’ll pay for every bite they left on you."


    "...They tied me... beat me... they raped me..."


    "They will be tied and raped too. I’ll hire thick, fat, stinking bastards to fuck them and beat them until they choke on their own screams."


    "...They cut me... it hurt..."


    "I have knives sharper than theirs. I’ll cut them until they bleed out in pieces."


    "...Hurt them... kill them..."


    Her voice cracked like a child pleading, fragile and wounded, as if she sought justice from the only one she could trust. She was like a broken little girl, pouring her pain into the arms of a parent, begging them to punish the monsters who had ruined her.


    And Rafe was just that to her now—protector, avenger, the one who carried her pain as his own.


    "I will," he promised. "Do you know what I’m going to do with them?"


    Silence stretched as he waited, his breath steady against her hair.


    "...Kill them..." she whispered, trembling.


    Rafe hummed low in his throat, as though savoring the thought. "But first, I will cut off the cocks they used, tear out the eyes that dared to look at you, rip out their tongues and pull their teeth so they can never speak again. Then I’ll break every bone in their bodies until they scream and cry in agony. And when I’m done, I’ll leave them alive—just enough for the vultures to eat them piece by piece while they’re still breathing. Would you like to watch it?"


    She gave a weak hum, then broke down again, her voice shaking with despair. "...I want all of them to die..." she sobbed, her words muffled against his bloodied shoulder. "...They hurt me... monsters... they hurt me..."


    She repeated it over and over, as if the very act of saying it was the only way to purge the torment carved into her soul.


    Rafe did not rush her. He held her in silence, letting her spill every drop of anguish she had buried so deep, every terror she had never dared to face.


    "Finally," I let out a sigh of relief. Liam was the same.


    We didn’t know what to do next. But then, I watched Kael turning to the exit, his expressions still rigid and he didn’t even look back once before leaving.


    It somehow worried me. This is not how he should react. Why was he leaving?


    "Stay here," I told Roman and Jason, who also watched Kael leaving, and were puzzled just like me.


    They hummed, allowing me to go after Kael.