Love Began with the First Meeting
Chapter 876 Extra Story 22 Of Aaron The Evil

"Stop!" Aaron snapped abruptly.

Hearing Aaron's order, Ximena stopped after walking a mere two steps. She was breathing heavily and her heartbeat was racing violently.

"I... I'm a little uncomfortable..." she said hesitantly, struggling to make an excuse for leaving. Since she had been with Aaron, she had never felt so cowardly or scared as now. Even the times that she had felt the possibility of death had been great, did not compare to this terrible moment.

Aaron turned slowly, looking at her trembling body, with a cold sneer disfiguring the corners of his mouth. "Oh?" He sniffed and continued indifferently, "If so, there happens to be a doctor inside. He could give you an examination." He gestured at the infamous building in front of them.

"He is just a vet!" Ximena snapped, turning abruptly to glare at Aaron with her bloodshot eyes. She then shrieked, "I don't want to be examined here. I don't want to...."

As Aaron noticed the hysterical expression on her face, he felt a brief flash of a strange emotion. It was a kind of sympathy-a feeling quite unknown to him. But it faded swiftly, before he could even properly register its' presence in his cruel heart. Ximena looked in horror at the ominous building in front of her. Trembling coldly, her red eyes were about to burst into tears of horror. Her ears ached at the screams which emanated from the place of dread. It was like looking at the doorway to hell as she stood in front of the large entrance. This place was undoubtedly the cruelest on QY Island, revealing the ugliest part of human nature. Even the police pretended not to know of its existence. If given even the slightest choice, she would never have wanted to come here in all her life.

"Your Highness, please..." Ximena pleaded powerlessly, and she was on the brink of breaking down as the sharp cries from within kept assaulting her ears.

"Let's go," Aaron said flatly, turning to walk inside as if he had not heard her pleas.

Clenching her hands tightly she bit her lips hard in fear and looked at Aaron's back as he walked through the hastily opened door. In the end, she knew that she did not have any choice but to follow him inside with heavy lead-filled steps. Trepidation filled her heart as she entered perdition in the wake of its ruler.

"Ahhhh......"

"No......Ahhhh......"

"Please, please let me go..."

All sorts of terrible screams were heard from time to time. Men and women were being tortured inside. Ximena's trembling feet carried her forward step by step. Even the floor seemed to be slick with blood and other fluids. The whole atmosphere was tainted with blood, filth and pain.

"Your Highness!" A group of well-trained men dressed in black saluted Aaron with respect. Someone brought forth a soft, padded chair and placed it behind him, almost like a throne.

Aaron sat down calmly, drew out a cigarette and lit it. Without even looking at the men and women strung up in front of him and their blood-stained clothes due to torture and suffering, he asked absently, "Well, did they say something useful?" "Not yet! They are very tight-lipped, Your Highness," one of the black-garbed men answered cautiously.

Taking a puff from his cigarette and exhaling two torrents of smoke from his nostrils, Aaron seemed very much the demon ruler of this bitter place. He slowly looked at the men and women in front of him with cold indifference. They had been whipped, beaten and cut, and looked to be at the cusp of death, yet he showed no emotion. It was as if he were looking at selections of beef at the local butchery, deciding what to purchase for a fine meal. Then he spoke lightly and slowly, "If they are tight-lipped, then just pull out their tongues." He said it easily as if he were talking about something very trivial and no sign of any emotion could be detected in his light tone.

Looking at the doomed dangling men and women, Ximena felt her breath catch in her throat. She was too shocked at that moment to say a word.

"Bring out their children," Aaron again instructed lightly and slowly.

Glancing at him sharply, Ximena felt as if her eyes were about to pop out in horror. "No... Don't..."

The feeble voices of the men and women who were being cut down and thrown to the ground were barely audible. They looked at Aaron with begging eyes, their trembling bodies broken and in terrible pain. Yet, they would rather continue to suffer than have their children take their place.

"Let go of me! Let go of me..." "Dad, Mommy... Let me go... "Nnn...nnn...nnn..." Several sobbing children were brought forth.

Ximena looked at the entrance, and found a few burly men each carrying a child were walking closer. The children were young still, their ages ranging from three or four years old up to the oldest aged about 11 or 12 years old.

"You... What do you want to do with them?" she asked frantically. Even knowing what was about to happen here before her very eyes, she still couldn't help but ask in disbelief. Once, she had experienced a similar situation like today. These memories, so painful that she would never forget them, now overcame her again.

Aaron glimpsed at her with indifference, then beckoned to the man next to him, who nodded and ordered, "Hang them all up!"

"No!" Ximena yelled desperately, quickly looking at the badly mutilated and bleeding people lying on the floor. "They're just kids! They're just kids! Please don't do that! Please!"

Aaron simply ignored her and, gently flicking the ashes from his cigarette bud, he looked at the people cowering on the floor. Then he asked coldly and sharply, "Are you willing to say something now?"

The people on the floor looked at him, their faces full of fear; then they looked at their children who were being strung up. The children cried out loudly and wailed in fear as their small bodies were tied to ropes and hoisted up. Finally, the parents closed their eyes, and hopelessly knew that they would confess all, otherwise their children would be made to suffer.

This scene was all too familiar to Ximena, who used to be hung up as a child. She had then been so eager for her so-called "parents" to save her, but... they just never did...

"Boo-hoo, boo-hoo..."

the youngest child cried out loud, suddenly interrupting Ximena's thoughts. She looked at him abruptly as her mind went blank. She saw one of the torturers stop in front of the child with a bloody whip in his hand. Instinct took over then. Rushing forward, she shielded the child behind her back and spoke anxiously to the completely unmoved Aaron, "How can you do this, Your Highness?"

'What a foolish woman I am! How can I bite off more than I can chew? After two months of comfortable life, have I become so overly conceited that I think this highly of myself? This man is the one who will completely rule QY Island one day. I shouldn't challenge him in anything. It is hopeless.' Thousands of thoughts were racing wildly in her mind.

Aaron raised his eyes slightly, looked at her pale face and said slowly, "From the first time you went up to the fourth floor, you should have been well aware of what would happen to you."