"Fuck my life!"
Upon hearing the boy curse, Abass stopped in his tracks. There was something different about the boy today. His green eyes were livelier than usual; Abass could feel an extremely strong will emanating from them, so potent it gave him chills. It was precisely this strong will that he had noticed in the boy's eyes amidst the batch of slaves he had bought. One of his greatest pleasures was to break the strong-willed, to toy with them until they shattered before tossing them aside to buy another. After all, slaves were disposable tools he could buy as many of as he wanted. With his status as the heir to a barony—even if his father's rank was the lowest among the nobility—he still governed a territory he would soon inherit. Well, as the heir and with his father bedridden, he was already 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, and work them to the bone. Although he was a harsh lord, he wasn't unreasonable—not too much. The barony's income came mostly from its 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, and 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 from the skin of a vicious magical black viper. Even after death, their skin retained its 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. 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 it to distort. As he approached the boy, another love session was about to begin. He loved 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 predicament. Hell, this sensation was more stimulating than sex with a woman.
He noticed the boy's body trembling, which brought a small smile to his lips. Adrenaline rushed through his blood, especially upon seeing the boy's 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 the boy's 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.
Thwack!
Another one, followed by another.
Thwack!
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 Abass 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 intensity of the love session a little more.
Thus, he raised his right hand, holding the black whip high before abruptly bringing it down.
THWACK!
A long gash appeared on the boy's back, prompting more blood to spill out. The boy's body shuddered violently; it was then that a change occurred 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 loving touch, froze mid-motion. His brown eyes narrowed in disbelief; he didn't understand a single word of the boy's 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. He kicked the boy's body, sending him flying to crash violently against the wall, making him vomit blood.
Abass left and decided to send someone to clean the boy up and administer low-level medicine; he would not have him dying, after all—at least not so soon. He was not satisfied yet.
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[3rd Pov: Kael]
Let's rewind time a little bit.
The moment Abass took out the vicious black whip, Kael's expression didn't change. Despite his body trembling, he had dealt with many perverts and had learned how to handle them. Sometimes, acting too submissive would lead to the perpetrator becoming more vicious and quickly ending you, as you had become useless. Acting stubbornly would draw their attention, making the pervert's interest last longer. You would suffer more, but you could live longer; it was exactly what he needed right now, until he could come up with a solution to escape. Although he didn't like pain, if you learned to endure it, it wasn't so bad. Besides, he was hoping for something; reincarnation stories often came with the protagonist gaining a golden finger. Maybe he could also have one. He could feel his eyes gleaming as he waited patiently.
Thwack!
Suddenly, the black whip lashed at his back, creating an injury. It stung; the pain was intense, yet he was used to this level of pain. He didn't utter a single cry; obviously, a pervert like Abass would find the situation exciting as he was refusing to bend. Abass continued to whip him repeatedly.
Kael was inwardly cursing as he waited patiently for his golden finger to manifest. Come on, I've recalled my past life; I know I'm a reincarnator, so send my golden finger already. He was not a believer, but right now he was earnestly hoping for a golden finger.
'Come forth, my golden finger,' he mumbled under his breath. Still, there was zero reaction.
His lack of reaction made Abass more excited, and he raised his strength, whipping Kael more violently. Intense pain assaulted Kael's body, making him dizzy. He almost blacked out, but he knew he must not fall unconscious—not yet. He had to persevere until his golden finger arrived, yet nothing appeared.
Finally, unable to endure any longer, he decided that whatever God or Goddess was overseeing this world must be a moron who doubled as a sadist.
"Fuck! Where the hell is my golden finger? Come forth, my golden finger!"
He shouted grandiosely. He was aiming to achieve two goals by doing this: the first was to release his frustration at having his expectations betrayed, and the second was to make Abass lose interest because he would be unable to understand the words; it would sound like nonsense to him.
And indeed, Abass lost interest and kicked him flying against the wall. Kael's insides churned, and his injuries flared up, causing him to vomit mouthfuls of blood; the pain was too intense.
Fuck my life.
It seemed he would be saying that sentence often. He blacked out immediately after.