THE DEVIL HERSELF
Chapter 36

### 000 THE TORTURE ROOM

Scarlet arrived back at the compound, the events of the past few days still weighing heavily on her mind. The first place she headed was the torture room, a place where her darkest impulses found expression. Bruce was tied to a chair in the middle of the room, his face battered and bruised, a testament to the relentless pain he had already endured.

As she entered, her eyes narrowed at the sight of him. A twisted smile crept onto her lips as she walked over to the table laden with various instruments of pain. Bruce groaned, lifting his head weakly to see her approach. "Please," he rasped, his voice a mere whisper. "No more..."

Scarlet ignored his plea, her fingers trailing over the blades and tools before selecting a large knife. She leaned down, her face inches from his, and whispered, "This is for my brother."

With a swift, brutal motion, she cut into his left leg. Bruce screamed, the sound echoing through the cold, dark room. Blood poured from the wound as she continued, each cut deeper and more savage than the last. His cries of agony fueled her rage, pushing her to inflict more pain.

"Did you think you could get away with it?" she hissed, her voice cold and devoid of mercy. "Did you think there would be no consequences for what you did?"

Bruce's eyes rolled back in his head as the pain became unbearable. Scarlet paused only to let him regain consciousness, her breath coming in ragged bursts. She moved to his right leg, repeating the process. His screams became hoarse, his body convulsing with each new wave of pain.

Scarlet then turned her attention to his hands. She grabbed his left wrist, securing it to the chair, and slowly, methodically, began to cut through the flesh and bone. His screams were almost inhuman, a guttural sound that reverberated through the room. She watched with cold satisfaction as the blood sprayed across her face, her eyes never leaving his.

"Beg," she demanded, her voice a low growl. "Beg for your worthless life."

Bruce could barely speak, his voice a broken whisper. "Please... please, no more..."

Scarlet laughed, a dark, hollow sound. "You don't deserve mercy. You deserve to suffer."

Leaving him barely conscious and missing both legs and one hand, she finally stepped back, her chest heaving with exertion and rage. She wiped the blood from her face, her eyes never leaving his battered form. The once powerful man was now reduced to a pitiful, bleeding wreck.

### 000 THE SNAKE ROOM 0

Scarlet left the torture room and made her way to the Snake Room where Natalia was being held. The anticipation of more bloodshed made her pulse quicken. Natalia, restrained and weakened from previous tortures, looked up as Scarlet entered, her eyes wide with fear.

"Scarlet," she began, her voice trembling. "Please, no more. I'll tell you everything."

Scarlet's eyes flashed with anger. "It's too late for that, Natalia. You betrayed us."

She grabbed a whip from the wall, the leather cracking ominously as she swung it. Without warning, she lashed out, the whip cutting through the air and striking Natalia's back. The scream that followed was piercing, a sound of pure agony. Scarlet didn't stop. Each strike was harder, more vicious, tearing through Natalia's flesh and leaving deep, bloody welts. Natalia's cries grew weaker with each lash, her body sagging against the restraints. "Tell me," Scarlet demanded between strikes. "Who else is involved? Who else betrayed us?"

Natalia's voice was barely audible, her breath coming in shallow gasps. "It was... it was just me. Please, Scarlet... I swear."

As you reach the final pages, remember that 000005s.com is your destination for the complete story. Share the joy of reading with others and spread the word. The next chapter is just a visit away! Scarlet's eyes were like ice. "Liar."

She tossed the whip aside and picked up a scalpel. Moving closer, she pressed the blade against Natalia's cheek, slowly dragging it down, leaving a thin line of blood in its wake. Natalia whimpered, her body trembling. "Please... no more..." she begged, tears mixing with blood.

Scarlet's voice was a cold whisper. "You deserve every bit of this."

With that, she drove the scalpel into Natalia's abdomen, twisting it cruelly. Natalia's scream was raw and desperate, her eyes wide with shock and pain. Scarlet twisted the blade deeper, watching as the life drained from her eyes. Finally, Natalia went limp, her body slumping against the restraints. Scarlet stepped back, breathing heavily, her face a mask of cold satisfaction. She wiped her hands on her clothes, the blood smearing across her skin. Scarlet stood in the middle of the room, looking down at Natalia's lifeless body. A sense of peace settled over her, but her eyes still burned with a fiery determination. She turned and walked out of the room, her mind already focused on the next target: Smith.

Diego met her in the hallway, his eyes widening at the sight of her blood-soaked appearance. "Scarlet, what have you done?"

She looked at him, her expression hard. "What needed to be done."

Diego sighed, running a hand through his hair. "This isn't the way. You're letting your anger consume you."

As you reach the final pages, remember that 000005s.com is your destination for the complete story. Share the joy of reading with others and spread the word. The next chapter is just a visit away! Scarlet's eyes flashed. "Don't tell me how to feel, Diego. They need to pay for what they've done."

Diego stepped closer, his voice softening. "I understand your anger, Scarlet. But this path... it's only going to lead to more pain."

Scarlet shook her head, her resolve unshaken. "They took everything from me. It's time they face the consequences."

Diego knew better than to argue with her in this state. Instead, he placed a hand on her shoulder, offering silent support. Scarlet nodded, appreciating the gesture even if she couldn't accept his words.

Scarlet's mind was already racing ahead, planning her next move. She would expose Smith, make him suffer for his role in the betrayals. His death would be long, slow, and excruciatingly painful. She would ensure that he felt every ounce of the pain he had caused her and her family.

She returned to her quarters, her mind a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. The bloody path she had chosen was set, and there was no turning back. She would stop at nothing to see justice served, no matter the cost.

As she prepared for the next phase of her plan, Scarlet knew one thing for certain: the Hunter's Clan would fall, and she would be the one to bring them down. With a heart hardened by loss and a soul fueled by vengeance, she was ready for whatever came next with that she tore her clothes and went into the bath room to wash off the blood stains.

SCALET DECULA IS BACK, AND HIS TIME TO BRING PAIN AND MORE PAIN TO THE OTHERS. EVEN ELIAS CAN'T STOP HER NOW NOR CHRIST HIMSELF CAN STOP HER NOW.

She has a different private investigator who tells her everything about Smith. She can't tell Chance to do because Smith has eyes the computer room, monitoring his every move. Now it's time to unleash the devil.