Then… Damian waved his hand, and the three kneeling men were dragged through the air toward him, suspended by telekinesis.
He released the seal on their mouths.
They immediately began begging, words tumbling out desperately.
"Please! We're sorry! We'll never–"
"Godfather, mercy! It was the alcohol! We didn't mean–"
"We'll do anything! Please don't–"
Damian said nothing.
He simply waved his hand with cold precision.
And… the men's limbs began moving.
First slowly, then faster, their arms and legs spreading apart, invisible force pulling them in four directions simultaneously.
Their screams started as the pressure increased, tendons beginning to tear and joints dislocating with wet popping sounds.
"AAAAHHHHH! STOP! PLEASE STOP! OH GOD IT HURTS–"
The skin began tearing, blood vessels rupturing and muscles ripping like wet fabric.
CRACK CRACK CRACK
Bones shattered, fragments piercing through skin and the sound echoing through the hall like gunshots.
"AHHH–"
