Judgment Without Mercy
The room felt smaller.
Like the walls were closing in.
No one moved.
No one breathed.
Because Damian had decided.
"Lock the doors," he said calmly.
Click.
The sound echoed like a death sentence.
Zavian panicked instantly.
"No—wait—we can talk about this—"
"Too late," Lucas replied coldly.
Ingrid stepped forward, forcing strength into her voice.
"You think fear gives you power?" she snapped. "You're still that broken boy—"
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The table shattered under Damian's hand.
Silence.
Absolute.
Slowly—
He lifted his gaze.
And whatever was in his eyes…
Made her stop talking.
"You're right," he said quietly.
A pause.
"I was broken."
He stepped closer.
"But you…"
His voice dropped.
"…created this."
Zavian fell to his knees.
"Please… please… we didn't mean for anyone to die—"
"Leo died," Damian cut in.
Cold.
Final.
"And my parents suffered."
A pause.
"You don't get forgiveness."
The Punishment
Damian didn't rush.
Didn't explode.
He turned to Lucas.
"Bring them."
Within seconds—
Two chairs were forced to the center.
Zavian struggled.
Cried.
Begged.
Ingrid?
She stayed silent.
Watching.
Calculating.
Even now.
Even here.
She was thinking of escape.
Damian noticed.
He always did.
"You still think you'll get out of this," he said.
Ingrid smirked slightly.
"You won't kill me," she said.
A pause.
"You're not that far gone."
Silence.
Then—
Damian smiled.
That same dark smile.
"Kill you?" he repeated softly.
A step closer.
"That would be mercy."
Her smirk faded.
Breaking Them
Hours passed.
Not of chaos.
But of control.
Zavian broke first.
Screaming.
Crying.
Begging.
"I'll confess! I'll go to the police! Just please—!"
Damian didn't even look at him.
Because he was already finished.
Then—
Ingrid.
Strong.
Proud.
Until she wasn't.
Because the truth?
Pain isn't what breaks people.
Hopelessness does.
And Damian gave them exactly that.
"You took everything from me," he said quietly.
A pause.
"So I'll take everything from you."
He turned to Lucas.
"Make sure they live."
Zavian's head snapped up.
Ingrid froze.
"…What?" she whispered.
Damian looked back one last time.
Cold.
Unforgiving.
"Alive," he repeated.
A beat.
"They don't get to die."
The realization hit them both at once.
No escape.
No end.
Only suffering.
Forever.
Final Scene
Damian walked toward the door.
Without looking back.
Without hesitation.
Because for him—
This wasn't revenge anymore.
It was balance.
The world had taken from him.
Now—
He was taking it back.
Piece by piece.
Has Damian crossed the line… or is this the justice they deserve?