Aditya stood before her and slightly twisted his neck. A cold smile appeared on his face. "You followed your orders. Now I'm going to follow my emotions." Aditya stared directly into her terrified eyes.
Elara could not answer. She was still desperately struggling for air. Every attempted breath produced nothing more than a weak, broken rasp from her ruined throat. She could neither scream nor properly speak. All she could do was remain trapped in the chair and watch Aditya with growing horror.
Aditya calmly reached forward and took one of her hands. For a moment, both of them stared at it.
There was almost a trace of amusement in Aditya's crimson eyes, while Elara's expression contained nothing except panic. She already understood what he intended to do, yet her damaged body was incapable of stopping him.
Aditya tightened his grip, and then he twisted.
CRACK!!!
