"Author's Note"
There was a translation error in the previous chapter. I lost a significant portion of the text. I've now posted a new version. I encourage you to reread it.
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Evan shivered in his blanket. He was safe. Frida had been by his side the entire time. The anti-cooking mixture had already done its work. He was back to his raw state. Only the smell of the wood chips, herbs, and butter revealed that he had been a roast just moments ago.
The girls were beside him. He was shaking, thanking them.
"Thank yourself," Aiko said. "If it weren't for your text message, we wouldn't have known what was happening."
"Exactly. Good thing the kitten has the number of that pervert at Onyx and that perverted sheep."
Frida wiped her sweat and looked away at the SFO agents.
"Good thing Ylva is a great hacker."
After a while, Aiko texted him, wanting a photo, but he didn't reply. She began to feel strangely worried. She contacted Shawn, but he claimed he knew nothing about the club there. This really worried the girls.
At Frida's behest, Ylva stepped in. She managed to hack Evan's phone and confirm his location. She then hacked the local network and took over the surveillance. She had a perfect view of Evan roasting on a spit.
The girls quickly contacted the director and Frida's father. They got the SFO back on its feet and arrived just in time.
Evan wasn't the only one lucky. A dozen or so prisoners were found in the club's basement.
Callisa looked at the survivors with sympathy. Owning prisoners and cooking them was no stranger to her, but the conditions they were kept in… just mattresses and a toilet. Almost no light. It was beneath her dignity. She cast a menacing glance at the naked prisoners. But she turned back to Evan. She wondered what she should say. Suddenly, she heard a melodic voice.
"A hot liquid to which lemon balm has given its power, bringing solace."
Morona handed Evan a cup of hot lemon balm tea, and he accepted it with thanks.
Callisa was relieved that Evan was safe, but her chef pride made her admit that he looked perfect on the plate. Of course, she kept that to herself. She began to think about what to do next.
Frida showed her something in her bag. That hooligan had swiped a few bottles of wine. Well, stealing from a thief isn't stealing. A few sips would help Evan when they got back to the dorm.
At that moment, she heard a voice she recognized. It couldn't be heard here, though. However, when she saw whose voice it really was, her tail twitched.
"Aurelia Albedibe? What are you doing here?"
Callisa couldn't understand it. What was a famous restaurateur doing in a place like this, and why was she snapping at her?
"Idiots! Mindless, weak, impudent idiots!"
There were also many words she hadn't expected from her. Callise was shocked, but not as shocked as what Evan had said.
"She's the boss of this place. She almost cut me up."
The girls looked at the naked white fox. Calisa, on the other hand, looked frantically at Albedine and then at Evan. She did it so quickly you'd think her head would rip off.
"Yes, I did it. Do you know why? Because unlike you, I'm not afraid of myself."
The girls looked at her in surprise.
"It's not a lover. It's meat. Nothing more. You should have eaten it long ago. It was just wasting away because of you. I had the courage to do what had to be done. Unlike you, you stupid idiots. You have the best meat in the whole world, and instead of cooking it, you're having an affair with it?! You stupid idiots! What are you—" At that moment, the white fox fell silent. The girls' expressions changed from shock to outrage. They were growling, and it was clear that something was about to happen. After a while, the Chief Commissioner watched the prisoner being taken to the wagon. She was the leader of the group. She was screaming, and her voice was laced with pain and humiliation.
"I'll get you for this! It hurts! A doctor!"
It didn't hurt without reason.
Callisa smashed one of the wine bottles over her head. Now the white fox with the red head was wriggling in handcuffs.
Shortly afterward, Evan and the girls were taken back to the dormitory.
***
Evan stood leaning against the shower tiles.
"He's alive…"
Yes, he survived, but barely. One moment longer and he would have been finished. That white fox would have cut him to pieces.
He got into trouble with Callisa because of his unfamiliarity with the world and her defeating his instincts. Now he knew the rules. He thought that if he consistently said "no," he would be safe. So far, it had worked. However, he did not anticipate that someone might want to break the rules.
Hacking Shawn's number, impersonating him, and invoking the situation with Rufus. Only after he caught his breath did he realize how well-planned this whole operation had been.
Now, hot water was pouring down his body, and steam filled the shower. It was a shame it couldn't wash away his worries.
"What am I going to do now?"
He felt overwhelmed. If someone had already done this once, wouldn't someone… try it again…
Not knowing what to do, he reached for the shower gel. As he began to rub himself in, the scent of oranges reached him.
"Oranges, I wonder if they would go well with meat."
He began to rub himself in vigorously. He could smell the oranges on himself. He rubbed it in deeply. The fragrance ingredients should penetrate deeply. As he rubbed, he got an erection and began panting, though he hadn't touched him once. He didn't even notice. He felt completely normal. After a moment, he began to imagine the girls arranging thin slices of citrus on him.
He sobered up instantly and shook his head.
"What's wrong with me?"
Is he starting to like this kind of thing? What's wrong with him? Is he having a problem? As he began to worry, he remembered one of his conversations with Shawn and Rufus. Rufus himself admitted to fantasizing about being cooked, but he wasn't about to actually be cooked.
Evan sighed. It was probably something like that. It was all because of that stupid shower gel. He quickly rinsed off, dried himself off, and went to bed. He hoped that at least he'd have a restful sleep.