"Fuck my life!"
Upon hearing the boy curse, Abass stopped in his steps; there was something different about the boy today. His green eyes were livelier than usual; he could feel an extremely strong will from them, so much it gave him chills. It was because of this strong will he noticed in his eyes amidst the batch of slaves he bought. One of his strongest pleasures was to break the strong-willed, toy with them until they broke before tossing them aside to buy another. After all, slaves were disposable tools he could buy as much as he wanted. With his status as a the heir of a barony, even if its father's status was the lowest, he still had a territory he governed, which he would soon inherent, well as heir in the absence of his bedridden father he was acting as the de facto leader.
He would never run out of money; if he lacked it, he just had to raise taxes, wring those commoners dry, work them to the bone. Well, even if he was a harsh lord, he wasn't unreasonable—not too much. The barony's income came mostly from the vast sugarcane plantations.
Shaking his head, he threw away those distracting thoughts. Hopefully, this toy would last a bit longer; he was particularly fond of this one for some reason. He had ruined hundreds of them; from time to time, there were bound to be some exceptional ones whom he showered with more love.
Tender boys are the best.
Abass licked his lips and brought out a long black whip made of vicious magical black viper. Even after death, their skin still retained toxicity; not only was it extremely sharp, but it also left a small amount of venom in the wounds, making it hard for the injuries to heal easily. Of course, the amount of pain it inflicted doubled, and it was a special whip people in his circles relied on.
Swish! Swish!
He slashed the whip through the air repeatedly, causing distortion in the air. As he approached the boy, another love séance was about to begin. He loves the look of helplessness in his prey's eyes, the look of utter despair they found themselves in, only to surrender because nothing could change their current predicament. Hell, this sensation was more stimulating than sex with a female.
He noticed the boy's body trembling, which brought a small smile to his lips. Adrenaline rushed through his blood, especially upon seeing his eyes not wavering, full of vigor.
'Yes! Be more strong-willed. You'll last longer, and it will be more fun to break you. You might bring the greatest joy, the best pleasure.'
"Receive my love, sweet boy~"
At the end of his sentence, he lashed the black viper whip at his back. It tore through his skin, leaving gashes with blood spilling out. The boy's body shuddered violently, but he didn't utter a single word.
Twack!
Another one, followed by another one,
Twack!
More injuries appeared on his back, with blood gushing out. Abass's body shuddered in delight; he could feel something hardening between his legs. The boy still didn't utter a single word; his green eyes were as still as the surface of a lake. This made him more excited. Although he was not a powerful mage, only rank one, his physical strength was different from a normal human's. So he decided to raise the love session a little bit more.
Thus, he raised his right hand, holding the black whip high before abruptly bringing it down.
TWACK!
A long gash appeared on the boy's back, prompting more blood to spill out. The boy's body shuddered violently; it was then there was a change in the boy's eyes. He suddenly roared.
"Fuck! Where the hell is my golden finger? Come forth, my golden finger!"
Abass, who was about to raise his black whip for another love whip touch, froze in the motion. His brown eyes narrowed in disbelief; he didn't understand a single word from whatever the boy was rambling.
"Eh? Maybe he is already broken?" he wondered, but upon seeing the boy's green eyes filled with unbreakable will, he decided he was not broken yet.
Suddenly, he was not in the mood anymore, kicking the boy's body flying, crashing violently against the wall, making him vomit blood.
Abass left and decided to send someone to clean it up and administer low-level medicine; he would not have him dying on him after all, at least not so soon, he was not satisfied yet.
•••
[1st Pov]
Let's rewind time a little bit.
The moment he took out the vicious black whip, my expression didn't change; despite my body trembling, I have dealt with many perverts, and I've learned to deal with them. Sometimes acting a bit too submissively would lead to the perpetrator becoming more vicious and quickly ending you, as you've become useless. Acting stubbornly will draw their attention, making the pervert's interest last longer. You will suffer more, but you could live longer; it was exactly what I needed right now until I come up with a solution to escape from here. Although I don't like pain, if you learn to endure it, it wasn't much. Besides, I'm hoping for something; reincarnation stories often come with the protagonist gaining a golden finger, maybe I can also have one, I could feel my eyes gleaming as I waited patiently.
Whack!
Suddenly, the black whip lashed at my back, creating an injury. It stung; the pain was intense, yet I'm used to this level of pain. I didn't utter a single cry; obviously, a pervert like him would find the situation exciting as I was refusing to bend. He continued to whip me repeatedly.
I was inwardly cursing, as I waited patiently for my golden finger to manifest. Come on, I've recalled my past life; I know I'm a reincarnator, so send my golden finger already. I'm not a believer, but right now I was earnestly hoping for a golden finger.
'Come forth, my golden finger,' I mumbled under my breath, still zero reaction.
Since my lack of reaction made him more excited, he raised his strength, whipping me more violently. Intense pain assaulted my body, making me dizzy. I almost blacked out, but I must not fall unconscious—not yet. I must persevere until my golden finger arrives, yet nothing appeared.
Finally, unable to endure any longer, whatever God or Goddess overseeing this world must be a moron doubled as a sadist.
"Fuck! Where the hell is my golden finger? Come forth, my golden finger!"
I shouted grandiosely. I'm aiming to achieve two goals by doing this: first being to release my frustration at having my expectation betrayed, and secondly to have him lose interest because he was unable to understand my words; it would sound like nonsense to him.
And indeed, he lost interest and kicked me flying against the wall. My insides churned, my injuries flared up, causing me to vomit mouthfuls of blood; the pain was too intense.
'Fuck my life.'
It seemed I'd be saying this sentence often. I blacked out after.