Chapter 472 Mellow

William ran his tongue along his gums and nearly gagged. Empty spaces. Jagged remnants of what had once been his teeth. 

A fresh wave of nausea washed over him as he fought the urge to vomit.

Brandon knelt beside him, gripping his hair and yanking his head back so their eyes met. 

His grin was cruel, his voice dripping with mockery.

"Cross my boss again," he said, his tone almost casual, "and next time, I'll take something more… permanent." He leaned in closer, his breath hot against William's ear.

"Maybe you don't like that dick of yours anymore, huh? Maybe you're tired of seeing it?"

William shuddered, too weak to even respond. Every inch of him was screaming in agony, his body broken beyond recognition. 

He wanted to fight back, wanted to say something, but all he could do was tremble.

Brandon let go of his hair and stood up, stretching as if the entire ordeal had been nothing more than a workout.