Neurolink System in the Modern World

He cursed loudly, attempting to scare me, but before he could utter another word, I swiftly slapped him across the face with all the force I could muster. His head jerked to the side, and I could see the shock and pain in his eyes.

"Who's the stupid one now, huh?" I taunted him, a wicked grin on my face. "You really think you can talk shit with me and get away with it?"

"Fuck you ! I never said that your stupid !" He shouted back.

*SLAP!

*SLAP!

"If I said that you said that I'm stupid, then it must be the truth," I sneered, taking his words as an opportunity to slap him again, this time twice, to drive my point home. "I..."

*SLAP!

*SLAP!

He managed to sputter a few choice words through clenched teeth, but I silenced him with another two powerful slap. The room filled with a eerie silence, broken only by his labored breathing and the occasional whimper of pain. "You see, Dang Bak, you're not in control here," I continued, leaning in closer to him. "I'm the one calling the shots now. You can either cooperate  or you will have the same fate as your dumb cousin… Your choice." "What did you do to him?" he asked, fear now apparent in his expression as he realized I meant business.

"Your cousin is in a better place," I replied, relishing the growing panic in his eyes.

"What the hell did you do to him!" he started resisting again, his voice rising in anger. *SLAP!  *SLAP!

The sound of my slaps echoed through the room, leaving his face now bloodied from the force I had put into each strike.

"If you don't shut up then I will put your face in your dead cousin arse  ." I warned.

"You… sick… bastard."  He replied with a voice of defiance . "He has a family , he has a daughter ! Why did you kill him ? " He still acted tough despite all the slapping .

"Sick? So you're okay with tormenting other people, but if you guys get the same treatment, then you act like you're normal? That you're a victim ? Bullshit !" I spat on him.

"Listen here, you piece of shit, you chose to live this way, so you should be prepared to die." I added.

*SLAP!  I turned around and slapped him in the face again, the force behind it making his head snap to the side. "Do you want to know what I did to your cousin ?" I chuckled with a cold voice.

"What… did you do?" he asked with an afraid expression.

"First, he came to my house and tried to rape my aunt, so I killed him," I declared, my voice cold and menacing

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"How did I kill him? I smashed a glass into his head first, then a plate. After that, he begged me to spare him... So I cut his fingers off one by one," I recounted, my tone chillingly devoid of any hint of remorse .

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Watching the horror play out in his eyes, I smirked inwardly. The key to control was not just physical dominance, but the mind games that made the him believe that I was capable of anything. His shaky breaths and the terror evident in his eyes told me my tactic was working. Even if he tried resisting, the seeds of doubt and fear were firmly planted.

"Then I started stabbing him here and here ,"  In a twisted act, I held up the knife and traced it over his skin, recounting a gruesome tale of how I had supposedly tortured his cousin. The blade's cold touch sent shivers down his spine, and fear gripped him as he imagined the knife sinking into his flesh. My transformation into this sinister character was surprisingly effortless. I had a trick up my sleeve – the Faker ability. Like flipping a switch, I delved into my imagination, envisioning a portrayal of a deranged serial killer from a movie. As if following a script, I seamlessly slipped into character, my demeanor turning chillingly convincing. However, beneath the facade, I maintained my true self-awareness, fully aware that I was just playing a role. "Have you ever experienced the sensation of having your skin peeled away piece by piece?" I ran my tongue along the edge of the knife, savoring the imaginary thrill. My performance was so convincing that he began to sob, and his pants became soaked with fear-induced urine. "Please, don't... don't kill me. I will do… anything .. Just please don't kill me.." he begged, his emotional defenses utterly shattered. 'This will be really fun ,' I chuckled in satisfaction .