"Plunge!!"
The sharp blade pierced through flesh, severed bone, and was directly embedded into the wooden table top!
"Ahhhhhhhhh——!!!"
Lawrence let out an inhuman, extremely piercing scream, his entire body convulsing violently, tears, snot, and blood smeared all over his face.
The intense pain almost made him faint instantly.
Victor gripped the knife handle, even cruelly twisted it, causing the blade to grind against bone and flesh.
Lawrence's scream became even more heart-wrenching.
"Does it hurt?! Huh?!" Victor leaned down, his face close to Lawrence's distorted face from extreme pain, his eyes filled with bloodthirsty excitement, "This is fucking reality! Not your shitty Hollywood movies!"
He abruptly pulled out the dining knife, bringing out a stream of blood, splattering onto the snow-white tablecloth and his own suit.
Lawrence collapsed, clutching his bloody and convulsing right hand, emitting intermittent, bellows-like sobs and cries.
