Outside the torture chamber, Pei'er cautiously and tremblingly walked towards it; her mother had been brought here.
Chapter 86: Don't Kill Her
In the interrogation room, the air was a nauseating mixture of blood, foul odors, and urine.
Amanda collapsed to the ground after ten lashes, her hands shaking uncontrollably.
Angelina knelt before her, her arms tightly wrapped around her body, her clothes torn from the barbed whip.
Her fair and delicate skin was already covered in whip marks and bloodstains, a shocking sight.
Hill lay prostrate before Karl, her tongue lolling out, panting heavily, a look of obsession on her face. Her brown skin was covered in beads of sweat, glistening under the basement's oil lamp as if coated in oil.
The greasy sheen outlined her sexy figure.
The Dark Elf, with her oiled dark skin, was particularly provocative.
Karl felt it was time to end it. He raised the iron rod in his hand, gathered his strength, and slammed it fiercely behind Hill.
"Whack!"
This bone-breaking blow landed squarely on her thick fat without reservation.
"Ah?!" Hill let out a piercing scream, her twisted, perverted smile contorting in pain, and her body suddenly began to tremble violently.
"Pfft." The sound of spraying water.
Hill collapsed heavily to the ground, falling into a puddle of water. Her brown fat was swollen and cracked, and she was in extreme pain, her body twitching occasionally.
Karl coldly glanced at Hill on the ground, his expression subtle.
Normally, Hill always presented herself as a mature, cold, and alluring Dark-skinned Mature beautiful older sister type secretary, with a somewhat sadistic demeanor.
He had heard that women who liked sadism often possessed masochistic tendencies.
But now, it seemed Hill was already at a severe, Poisoning level.
Karl shook his head, stood up, and slowly walked towards Amanda.
Amanda trembled when she saw him approaching, lowering her head even further. Her eyes held only fear, having completely lost the courage to resist.
Karl ignored Amanda and turned his gaze to Angelina on the ground.
The beautiful elf was in a semi-conscious state, lying motionless on the ground, her body rising and falling slightly, proving she was still alive.
There was also a puddle of water beneath her.
However, it was much clearer than Hill's. She was simply in extreme pain, beaten to the point of losing muscle control, and did not possess Hill's strange tendencies.
Karl looked at the young elf mother's weak appearance. Her transparent black stockings were torn, revealing her fair skin.
Her slender, long legs occasionally trembled.
Karl bent down and took hold of her two feet.
Angelina was roused by a jolt. The intense pain in her back reminded her of the beating she endured before losing consciousness, but in addition to the agony in her back,
A tearing pain also came from her abdomen.
"I... ah..."
The pain made her reaction sluggish.
Angelina felt her body shaking and only then realized what was happening. She managed to turn her head and saw Karl's handsome, youthful face.
But the constant pain from her abdomen reminded her.
This handsome young man was by no means as gentle and kind as his appearance suggested.
"Wuwu..."
Angelina averted her gaze. Her slender waist was held down by the boy, who was a head shorter than her, rendering her immobile. She could only close her eyes.
Enduring one intense assault after another.
The pain in her back and the tearing sensation in her abdomen brought her nothing but agony.
She only wished the torment would end soon.
Blood loss and pain caused Angelina's consciousness to blur. Gradually, she could no longer feel the pain.
After an unknown period, a strong impact within her body finally brought the shaking to a halt.
Angelina's face was ashen from excessive blood loss. Even after it stopped, her hands lay limply by her side, and her consciousness was hazy.
Karl frowned, looking at the unconscious Angelina.
This beautiful pure-blood elf had very poor physical constitution. He had to be careful when doing it, so he wouldn't kill her.
Karl kicked the recently awakened Hill beside him. This Dark Elf, who enjoyed torture, would surely have a cure.
Hill opened her eyes from her daze, her gaze resentful, and she glanced at Karl.
"Treat her," Karl commanded.
Hill said nothing, merely walked silently to the torture instrument stand and retrieved a bottle of faintly glowing green potion from a pile of messy items.
She returned to Angelina's side with the potion and emotionlessly poured it onto her back.
Angelina's body began to tremble under the potion's effect, as if experiencing unspeakable pain.
"Is this potion okay?" Karl had never seen a healing potion cause such a strong reaction, fearing that this delicate pure-blood elf mother couldn't endure it.
"She won't die. These secret medicines hurt a bit, but they're very effective," Hill replied coldly. Her attitude towards this pure-blood elf had always been poor.
Angelina's previously lacerated wounds were now healing at a visible rate.
Karl picked up Angelina and instructed Hill, "Take good care of Amanda. Don't let her die."
Hill nodded, licking her tongue.
Karl carried Angelina out of the interrogation room. In the dim corridor, only his footsteps echoed. Suddenly, he caught a subtle movement in his peripheral vision.
In the shadows, a small figure was hiding, like prey afraid of being discovered.
"Time Stop."
Karl didn't hesitate. In an instant, the entire world was paused, and only he could move freely in this static space.
He walked towards the small figure. As he got closer, he found it was Pei'er.
Her small body trembled in the shadows, her tiny fists clenched, and her eyes gleamed with a murderous intent completely unsuited for her age.
"Interesting." A glint of amusement flashed in Karl's eyes. This little girl, not yet twelve, had no fear in her eyes, only murderous intent.
He retreated to his original position and released the Time Stop.
Then he quickened his pace, deliberately encountering Pei'er at the corner.
Karl lowered his head, his gaze like ice falling upon Pei'er.
Pei'er stood in the dark corner, her beautiful large eyes now filled with fear, confusion, and helplessness.
Her gaze was fixed on Angelina in Karl's arms. Tears welled up in her eyes, and with a choked voice, she softly called out, "Mom... Mother."
Karl watched her performance: "Why are you here?"
Pei'er's lips trembled, seemingly terrified. Besides whimpering, she was at a loss.
Karl tossed Angelina onto the ground like a broken doll and turned to leave: "Take your mother back."
Pei'er threw herself onto Angelina, crying loudly.
Angelina's appearance was tragic now; her clothes were ripped from the whipping, her back was covered in wounds, and something continuously flowed from the inner thighs of her slender, jade-like legs.
She was completely like a broken rag doll.
After walking a few steps, Karl once again used Time Stop. He turned and saw Pei'er still crying, but the helplessness from before was gone. Her eyes were red, and she was quickly examining her mother's body for wounds.
Karl curved his lips, already thinking of depraved upbringing. This little girl had great value.
Chapter 87: She is Still a Child
Pei'er carefully held Angelina, placed her mother on the bed, and meticulously examined her mother's body. When she saw the scars on her mother's back, tears could no longer be controlled and silently fell.
Pei'er's tears dripped onto her mother's back. She immediately wiped away the tears, picked up a towel nearby, dipped it in warm water, and wiped her mother's body.
She quickly wiped down to her mother's thighs. As she moved, a viscous liquid emerged.
Pei'er pursed her lips, clenched her fists, and continued to wipe her mother, but each time she cleaned it, new liquid would flow out, seemingly endless.
Pei'er's tears streamed down her cheeks, mixed with the liquid, and she immediately wiped them away.
How many times had her mother been humiliated for her sake?
She quickly wiped her eyes, gritted her teeth, and continued to wipe her mother's body.
Angelina, in her coma, felt a warm sensation on her body and slowly opened her eyes. The moment she saw Pei'er, her body unconsciously relaxed.
However, after that moment of relaxation, Angelina's body suddenly stiffened.
She remembered the wounds on her body before she fainted, the wounds her daughter would see, and the swelling in her abdomen.
That young man must have put a lot inside her after she fainted.
"Pei'er."
Angelina's voice held both guilt towards her daughter and helplessness towards herself.
"Mother." Pei'er's eyes reddened, and she immediately hugged her mother.
Angelina gently stroked Pei'er's beautiful hair, the pain in her eyes lessening. For her daughter, all suffering was worth it.
Pei'er lifted her head from her mother's embrace: "Mother, I want to become that man's woman."
Angelina's eyes widened instantly, her face filled with shock and disbelief. She stared at her daughter, her lips trembling.
Pei'er spoke before Angelina could: "Mother, he will definitely not spare me. Rather than passively accept it, I want to fight for my own opportunity."
As she spoke, a murderous intent, unsuited for her appearance, flashed in her eyes.
Angelina held Pei'er tightly, tears rolling down like broken pearls. She choked out, "No, absolutely not! I will protect you."
After getting her mother's reaction, Pei'er lay in her mother's arms and gently closed her eyes: "Sorry, Mother, I won't say such foolish things again."
Time passed by second by second. Angelina, due to extreme fatigue and mental exhaustion, finally fell into a deep sleep.
After confirming her mother was sound asleep, Pei'er quietly got out of bed, trying not to make any sound as she left the room.
In the study, Karl sat quietly. Today, he had used iron-fisted methods to suppress dissent. Although he could unify opinions in a short time,
That was authoritarianism.
He could only win, constantly destroying the enemies in his path, to gather his subordinates' strength.
And the first challenge he now faced was Otto's son, Caesar.
Karl crossed his legs. Aisha must be helping Caesar now; both were playing populism, even using the same slogan.
Aisha's Brotherhood also temporarily gathered together because of this ideology.
If she rashly attacked San Marino City, it was highly likely she would lose moral justification.
This was too risky for Aisha. A legitimate decapitation strike against him was the most cost-effective method for Aisha's Brotherhood.
Karl deliberately captured Caesar's wife to make him come to him willingly.
He wanted to give Aisha an option other than a direct siege.
What he needed most now was Time.
Karl was deep in thought when suddenly, a soft knock on the door interrupted him. He looked up. Hill entered; she didn't have a habit of knocking.
"Come in."
The door was carefully pushed open a crack, and a small figure appeared behind it.
Pei'er stood there timidly, her hands tightly gripping the doorknob. She hesitated for a few seconds, carefully closed the door, and then slowly walked to within half a meter of Karl before stopping.
Her small hands tremblingly untied the straps of her dress. As she moved, the white dress slid down her skin to the floor.
Pei'er was an elf, with top-tier looks. Her body was just beginning to develop. While she didn't have her mother's curves, she understood her advantages.
She covered her upper body with one arm and her lower body with the other.
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