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William could no longer contain himself; anger burned in his chest as he glared at James, his voice seething with rage, almost squeezed out between clenched teeth. "What do you want from me?!" His fists were tightly clenched, and he trembled slightly from the emotional turmoil. Breathing heavily, he felt his self-control slipping away rapidly.
"You've gotten everything you wanted, James!" William's eyes widened as he nearly shouted, "The glory of the department, the admiration of the students, all the honors! Why do you keep harassing me? Aren't you satisfied yet?!"
Upon hearing this, James raised an eyebrow, a seemingly innocent yet chilling smile creeping onto his lips. He feigned surprise, spreading his hands and shrugging. "Harass you? William, I'm just concerned about you. How could you misunderstand me like this?" His tone was flippant and mocking, his eyes glinting with a strange light.
Then his expression shifted to something colder, the smile fading into a frigid sneer. "But, William, my plans are far from over." James's voice grew low and menacing, each word deliberately striking at William's deepest vulnerabilities.
He cast a cold glance at William's injured hand before speaking with malicious intent. "That hand of yours—it's from the bathroom mirror, isn't it?" James leaned in closer to William, his tone dripping with mockery and disdain. "I hope the bathroom mirror can be repaired with public funds, William. Otherwise... if news gets out that a Department of History chair broke a mirror, oh, that would be quite embarrassing."
James's voice was soft yet venomous, like a snake whispering. Each word filled William with humiliation, his face twitching in anger. James seemed to revel in William's fury and helplessness, his eyes gleaming with triumph as if this game was unfolding exactly as he had planned.
Finally, William's rage erupted completely; he could no longer endure James's taunts. His hands balled into fists as blood rushed to his head; in an instant, all rational thought was swept away. He shouted furiously, "Screw you, James!" Cursing under his breath, he swung a punch with all his might at the man who had taken everything from him.
Yet James merely smiled slightly, his eyes shimmering with contempt. He deftly sidestepped the blow; William's fist struck nothing but air. Losing his balance, William stumbled forward and crashed onto the cold floor. Pain shot through his knees and elbows as the impact echoed through his body; all of his anger transformed into a sense of helpless defeat.
"Is this all you've got?" James looked down at the fallen William with that familiar smug grin on his face. He slowly lifted his foot and mercilessly stepped on William's back, pressing down hard. William grimaced in pain, but the weight of James's foot kept him pinned down.
"How pathetic you are, William," James mocked as he leaned closer, whispering ominously in his ear. "You once had so much promise; you were once a rising star in the department. But now you're just a failure lying on the ground beneath someone else's foot." He increased the pressure on his foot slightly, feeling William squirm in agony beneath him—a sensation that filled him with an exhilarating sense of control.
"Tell me, William," James's voice dripped with malice. "Don't you regret not recognizing your place sooner? Did you really think you could stand against me?" He flashed a cruel smile filled with victorious delight.
William lay on the ground, his chest heaving violently as anger and humiliation churned within him. Yet he could only watch helplessly as James stood above him, unable to fight back.
William's hands gripped James's shoe tightly, his knuckles turning white from the strain, his arm muscles taut as if he might burst apart. His heart was ablaze with anger and resentment, which poured out in coarse curses, his voice low and hoarse. James stood over him, expression cold, eyes glinting with a contemptuous superiority. The foot pressing down on William felt like a solid stone, utterly immovable; each of William's struggles was as futile as an ant trying to shake a tree.
"You bastard!" William shouted hoarsely, his inner fury transforming him into a living furnace. Yet James's calm smile only intensified his rage. "Do you think you've won? I'll make you regret this! You despicable..."
Before he could finish, James suddenly increased the pressure of his foot, and a sharp pain tore through William's spine. It felt like a spike piercing his very marrow, driving straight to the nerve endings. William let out a pained scream, curling into himself as his back twisted under the immense pressure.
"Ah! You madman! Ah!" William gasped out these words, veins bulging on his forehead, his features contorted and eyes bloodshot like a cornered beast in a frenzy. The intense pain shattered all rational thought; he clenched his fists so tightly that his nails nearly dug into his palms, trembling from the agony.
James leaned down slightly, looking at the struggling William with a faint smirk on his face. His gaze was cold and merciless, as if he were a high and mighty ruler surveying a fallen opponent. To James, William was merely a pitiful and powerless toy; no matter how hard he struggled, he could not escape James's control.
"Do you really think you can resist me, William?" James's voice was calm and steady but laced with mockery. "You're still so foolish; can't you see the situation? You've lost—completely lost." With that, he sneered derisively.
William's chest heaved with anger and pain as he gasped for breath. His throat was raw from shouting; his body was pinned to the floor by James's foot, nearly crushed under the weight. Yet the resentment and hatred within him burned even brighter, madness flickering in his eyes.
"You... you bastard... you've taken everything from me..." William managed to force out these words, filled with bitterness and suffering. "You've stolen my position, my dignity—what more do you want?!"
James's lips curled into a mocking smile; he did not rush to answer but deliberately prolonged the tense atmosphere. He leaned closer to William’s ear and whispered, "What I want is far beyond what you can imagine, William." His voice was cold and sinister like a serpent’s hiss, carrying an undeniable authority and deep malice.
William's body trembled slightly as he felt an overwhelming fear wash over him—this fear was different from the pain of humiliation; it struck at the very core of his soul. He sensed that he stood before an extreme evil power so formidable that resistance seemed impossible, making him feel like a sacrificial animal awaiting its fate.
"You madman!" William screamed, futilely grasping at James's ankle in an attempt to push him away; however, that foot remained as heavy as if it were made of lead.
James's gaze was as icy as the depths of winter. He looked down at the pitiful William beneath him and said coldly with a sneer, "This isn't madness, William; this is power. You will never understand true power." With that statement, he pressed down harder once more, causing pain to surge through William like an electric shock, leaving him gasping in agony.
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