The Retired Hero is an Extra

Aoife froze at his words, unable to accept the severity of her situation.

"What\'s wrong?" Vector hissed, his voice remained icy. "Didn\'t you say you\'d do anything? Time to prove it."

Before she could respond or anything else, Victor clenched her cheeks, a tone of finality in his warning, "Remember, your words hold weight."

"Ah," Aoife\'s voice turned incoherent as he released his tight grip and walked away.

Her breathing turned ragged as she noticed him dragging her husband and brother by their hair.

He seemed to have no reservations about his actions, as though he weren\'t committing an immoral act.

Yet Luc\' didn\'t seem to show any change in her expression, confusing the few guards who dared to look in her direction.

Even the guards wore surprised expressions, fully aware of Victor\'s intense hatred for crimes related to sex.

It was to the point that he literally castrated some guards who thought they could use the organization\'s name to get away with their evil deeds.

However, the one on the receiving end had no way of knowing any of this.

Aoife\'s mind turned fuzzy before determination coursed through her, looking at the state of her husband and brother.

She clenched her teeth and started unbuttoning her shirt with shaky fingers.

"NO! DON\'T" Her husband shouted in exasperation and tried to move, only to be held down by Victor.

Victor\'s gaze shifted from Aoife to her husband and brother before finally settling on Luc\' as he addressed her.

"Luc\', take hold of them and make them watch it," he instructed in a detached icy tone.

Luc\' took hold of the two men, who watched with hateful eyes as tears of blood streamed down their swollen cheeks.

Even Aoife\'s pitiful appearance wasn\'t enough to stir the unmoving heart of Victor, let alone these two guys.

Meanwhile, Aoife\'s trembling fingers finished their task, and she remained kneeling on the floor, with her open shirt.

The cold air against her exposed skin was a stark contrast to the heat of her rising panic.

She could feel the lascivious gaze of the guards focus on her, a searing reminder of her vulnerability.

Only 4 exceptions existed, her brother and husband who looked at her with bloody eyes and Luc\', who appeared detached.

While Victor\'s gaze was unwavering as he assessed her, his face a mask of detached satisfaction.

"Good," he said, his voice devoid of warmth. "Now that you\'ve shown your willingness, let\'s see how far that goes."

Aoife bit her lip, bleeding slightly as her hands trembled when she tried to push her limits more.

Victor then turned away, moving to a small muddy patch on the ground, his actions a chilling contrast to his previous demeanor.

Digging at it, he retrieved various tools and implements, his plans easy to imagine.

—Clang!

The sound of metal against metal echoed through the room as Victor revealed each intimidating tool, amplifying Aoife\'s sense of dread.

Despite the serious situation, Luc\' remained stoic as she stood, holding the two men down.

Her eyes darted to the tools before a hint of recognition appeared in her weary eyes as if they were simply part of her routine.

She made no move to assist or intervene, leaving Aoife to face Victor\'s plans alone.

—Bam!

Victor threw the tools nearby Aoife, examining her with a critical eye.

"You know, when you\'re in power, it\'s easy to forget what it feels like to be powerless. But you\'re lucky," he said matter-of-factly.

Then his tone turned chilling, like his smile, "As you\'re about to get a very real lesson soon."

Aoife\'s heart raced as Victor picked up and dropped the tools, assessing them before glancing at her and dropping them.

Aoife\'s breathing turned shallow, her eyes darting between the tools and Victor\'s inscrutable expression.

The reality of her situation sank in deeper with every second as her fingers pressed against her bare skin.

"I want you to remember this moment," Victor continued, his voice low and menacing. "Every second of it."

He finally closed in and hissed, "This is the price of your arrogance, the cost of believing that you\'re untouchable."

His words cut through Aoife\'s haze of fear, sharpening her sense of impending horror, her resolve crumbling with each passing moment.

Luc\' looked on with an unreadable expression, while Victor\'s gaze remained cold and determined.

Under his fierce gaze, Aoife tried to steady herself, but the fear was far too overwhelming.

Her hands trembled uncontrollably, and she could no longer keep her composure. The reality of her situation was inescapable, and she was at the mercy of Victor\'s whims.

Victor approached her with a sharpened metal rod in hand as it wickedly gleamed ominously in the dim light.

"Let\'s begin," he said, his voice, steady and unyielding.

As Victor made his first move, Aoife\'s eyes filled with tears, her body shaking uncontrollably.

She didn\'t know yet but her dignity and strength were being systematically dismantled as Victor hoped for.

In the end, the once-mighty president was now nothing more than a figure of despair.

Victor\'s plan wasn\'t unfolding as intended, but it was the best outcome right now.

Unfortunately, Aoife\'s ordeal was far from over. Each moment dragged on, a harsh reminder of her helplessness and Victor\'s unyielding resolve.

As the night continued, the clearing became a source of unrelenting tension and fear, with each passing second amplifying the darkness of the situation.

Victor\'s resolve to break Aoife\'s spirit was unshaken, underscoring his deep-seated hatred and cruelty.

Still, he hadn\'t even actually hurt her physically.

He traced her milky smooth skin with the sharp tip of the metal rod, threatening to puncture it.

It was far worse than getting stabbed as the tension underneath her made Aoife stiffen up, in fear of accidentally scarring herself.

"You know," Victor began, turning to face the two men, "I don\'t consider someone who\'s ready to offer herself as a woman."

—Bang!

—Bang!

Blood splattered all around as a bizarre silence enveloped the surroundings as two bullets were shot.

"Fuu..." Victor blew air at the muzzle of his pistol.

"I usually respect women, but not the ones who don\'t respect themselves."

Before the scene in front of her could register in her senses, Aoife heard his words, almost turning to him before another word echoed in her mind.

"Goodbye."

—Bang!

With that, the three lay dead on the ground, startling the guards as the decision seemed abrupt yet Luc\' showed not the slightest sign of shock.

"It went as you planned, boss," she commented and he nodded at her before she asked, "Now...?"

"As planned," Victor replied as he turned around to leave, glancing one last time at the three of them.

The three had expressions of shock and disbelief painted on their faces, with Aoife\'s being highlighted.

Yet her bare upper body and the blood wound on her head didn\'t even faze him in the slightest.

As he walked away, his chest tightened. \'What\'s happening?\' he wondered, bewildered.

\'This wasn\'t part of the plan!\' he complained inwardly, wondering what went wrong.

—Thud!

In the next second, he fell to the ground with a loud noise but no one seemed to notice him as the guards were busy contemplating what to do with the bodies.

Luc\' was the only one who noticed but her expression remained indifferent.

\'Anyways, it doesn\'t matter if I got betrayed or not, I got my revenge, although unsatisfactory,\' he mused before a creepy smile appeared on his face.

"Not like you all will–"