Chapter 414

The officer silently cursed, but he still pressed down on Otis with all his strength. Along with the officers who had come in response to the commotion, they rushed Otis to the hospital. What they didn't know was that in a high-end residential area on the other side of the city, a 17-year-old boy was going through the exact same ordeal as Otis. It felt as though his soul was being skinned alive. The pain was excruciating as if he was on the brink of death, yet he remained agonizingly conscious. Even though his body bore no visible wounds, any touch from his family sent searing pain through him as if his flesh was being ripped apart. Unlike Otis who clawed at his own flesh in agony, the boy lashed out at his family in a frenzy of pain. He tore at their skin until their faces and bodies were covered in bloody, mangled flesh. His family was stunned and believed he had gone mad from torturing cats. But both Otis and the boy knew in their hearts that they hadn't gone mad—they were b