Persektor was gone. After the ******, his mind was nothing but a blank canvas — and Vini was the only artist. He obeyed without question, like a toy shaped by the will of his master. Vini reveled in the power. He used Persektor however he pleased, pushing every limit, testing every command.

But at the peak of his pleasure and cruelty, Vini went too far. A punch — sharp, merciless, straight to Persektor’s stomach. It was too much. Too violent. It lit a fuse. Something snapped. Not just the air from his lungs — the ****** shattered in that instant.

Persektor’s gaze changed. The empty eyes vanished. Rage took their place.

And Vini barely had time to react…
The first punch hit hard. Right in the gut. The second one, ruthless. The third? It was vengeance — from someone who woke up in the middle of his own nightmare.