Crunch.
"Huh?"
"Aha ha ha."
A strike.
Striking him in the groin with his freed hand.
"Aaaaaaa! Fuck, you fucking bitch!"
He started to get up, but didn't take his eyes off the fatso, who was screaming in pain, clutching his groin. But he didn't care about that pathetic sight, he was overwhelmed by another feeling.
How great it is to feel freedom! Ah ha ha ha!
"I'll kill you, you bitch, you fucking bitch!"
"Hhaha, Kopii, Kopii, can you hear me, haha. It's so nice, it's so nice, it's so nice! Haahha."
Through tears, he could make out a year-old boy who spread his arms and looked up, as if talking to someone. But he couldn't think clearly due to the severe pain.
"Kopii, Kopii… Ah ha ha, I understand, you can't hear me. How great it is to see, hear, breathe, ahah. What a pleasant feeling. How pleasant. Ahah."
KILL THEM
Hearing a voice in his head, he immediately understood that it was Kopii.
"Oh, yes, of course, of course… How could I forget."
Due to the joy that he had gained complete control over Kopii's body, he completely forgot what situation he was in and what they were going to do with him. His already dark eyes became even deeper and darker. His smile became predatory. But even in it, notes of insane joy flashed through.
"Fuck, bitch."
Slowly getting to his trembling feet, he glared at the back of the boy who was acting like a psycho.
Bang.
But his legs failed him, he fell again, unable to get up.
"Oh, fuck! I wanted to be good, but you, you fucking don't deserve it. Fucking asshole. I'll fucking make you beg for mercy."
"… Hahaha!"
The fatso laughed at his own threat, which only fueled the anger.
Gritting his teeth, he began to rise, and only now did he notice that the boy's body had changed, as if every muscle had been brought to the limit. Before he could even think about it, the boy spoke.
"You'll be the first. Hahaha. The first, the first. Hahaha!"
He looked back at the fatso behind him, who was trying his best to show that he wasn't in pain. This only amused Kane.
"Damn it…"
Before he could finish speaking, the boy sharply reduced the distance between them. In his current state, it was impossible to resist. But, even understanding this, he tried to resist, remembering that he was weakened by drugs. Or at least he hoped that was the case.
"Is that all?… How boring… and what banal words."
Pressing the fatso's head lower and lower with his foot, he looked into the shocked eyes, in which fear was rising.
"What's wrong with you? As if you saw a monster, hahaha. Or did you think the drugs would help you? Want to know a secret?"
Seeing movement out of the corner of his eye, he kicked the attacker in the shoulder with all his strength.
"Aaaaaaavvvvvvvxve. YOU BITCH!!!"
"Where was I?"
Ignoring the screams, Kane made a thoughtful face, stroking his chin.
"Oh, I remembered! I just made my heart work to the limit, that's all. Okay, okay, enough about me. I'm already ashamed that I'm all about me, yes about me. Better tell me, how many of you are there?"
"Agh."
Pressing down hard with his foot, he tried not to crush the head.
"Why are you silent? And I thought we were friends… Do you think silence will help you? Remember: sudden movements - pain. Ahha."
Removing his foot, he bent over and began to wipe away the tears.
"Sorry, I didn't want it to turn out like this. Let's part peacefully - just tell me how many of you there are, and that's all… Or are you stalling for time? Do you think that will help you? Just tell me, and I'll let you go."
"FUCK YOU!!!"
"Wrong answer."
He began to press his finger on his right eye.
"Aaaaaaa! It hurts, it hurts, stop!"
"Just tell me!"
"Seven, seven, there are seven of us."
He rattled off, hoping that it would end.
"Aaaaaaa! My eye! Fuck, you bitch!"
"Oh, accidental! Sorry, I slightly miscalculated the strength."
There wasn't a trace of regret on his face, only a thirst for more. Removing his hand, he grunted with satisfaction as the fatso squealed, covering his right eye with his hand.
"Bitch, ah, fuck. Ah, well that's it now, right? Let me go."
"What? Stop whining and speak more clearly."
"You, ah, promised to let me go."
"Aah! I understand. I was joking."
"Oh you, bitch!"
He screamed with the last of his strength. Kane was tired of it, and he pushed down on the fatso's head with all his might.
"Hey, the hell is going on here?…"
SPLAT.
Splashes.
"Ah ha, what a pleasant sound."
"Roy?"
"So, next?"
"ROOOOOY!!! You fucking bitch, die!"
"Hey, captain, it seems like they're late."
The captain just squinted, continuing to survey the area waiting for the bandits.
"We shouldn't have given them half the sum right away. Now they're probably lying drunk somewhere… We should have arranged a meeting at their base, as if it's such a secret place. Fuck, it's annoying."
Rain jumped off the tree and approached the captain.
"Hey, captain, do you know where their base is?"
"Yes I know."
"Then let's go to them and make them pay for the wasted time."
Rain's annoyance reached its limit. He didn't like this plan from the start. He didn't want to trust a bunch of idiots. But the captain's arguments left him with no choice. And now, they didn't even come to the meeting. And the main reason why Rain wanted to do everything himself was…
This is part of the agreement where they get to play with him for a day. Rain was most afraid that he wouldn't be able to break Kopii first, and someone else would do it. And also waste this powerful drug that causes weakness. No matter how hard he tried to find pluses in this, there were far more minuses.
"Let's go. I'm tired of waiting."
"That's how it should have been from the start. I said from the start that they can't be trusted."
"You guys are so weak… I'm disappointed. And that one turned out to be a liar."
Sitting on a mountain of corpses and watching the last survivor, who was afraid to look at him, Kane saw only a frightened puppy in front of him.
"Hey."
"Yes!"
"Is this the whole team?"
"Yes."
"Seriously?"
Kane squinted, noticing him starting to tremble.
"Yes."
"He said in a trembling voice.
Kane continued to look at him incredulously. He clearly remembered the fight with Kopii - he couldn't resist these bandits in any way, which meant only one thing: there was an adventurer above the second level among them. But, having killed everyone, he didn't meet anyone stronger than himself.
"Did you work with anyone else?"
…
Silence is a sign of consent.
Getting up, Kane approached him, leaned over and continued:
"Just tell me, and you'll live. I promise."
"I don't know!"
"What?"
"I don't know who was talking to him, only the captain."
"Oh, yes. What was the captain's name?"
"Roy!"
Digging around in his memories a little, Kane remembered him being called Roy when he crushed the fatso's head.
"So he was the captain?.. Wasn't he too weak," Kane thought.
"I've told you everything I know! Now am I free?"
"Yes. Of course, you are free."
Raising his face, the survivor saw a sweetly smiling boy, but the blood-smeared face made the smile terrifying.
A strike.
Bang.
He didn't have time to rejoice in his freedom, as he saw his body.
Kane wasn't embarrassed by the blood pouring on him like a fountain. He watched the hope turn to emptiness in the bloody head.
"So, so."
Looking at each corpse, he looked for suitable clothing. Walking around naked was no fun.
"It stinks."
"Small."
"Big."
"My balls are squeezing. How can you even wear something like this? Stinky masochists."
An abrupt blurring in his eyes informed him that his games were coming to an end. The body demanded rest. But Kane didn't want to give up the fun so easily - his thirst flared up with renewed force.
"Well, so be it."
It stank, of course, but he didn't smell any better. This was the most suitable clothing he could find in this situation. But he couldn't fix the blood on his clothes in any way. So he had to endure until he found a body of water to wash off.