I lay on the floor and didn't get up, still feeling the numbness all over my body. The electric shock from my wrist band went so fast that I didn't even know where it came from.
I raised my hand to see the band; just by looking at it, it seemed like a simple black band. I tried to remove it, but it wasn't coming off. It was attached to my body.
"What are you doing on the floor?"
She came to stand above me, and all I could see was her boobs again; from my point of view, they looked like two giant round mountains..
Damn those titties, making me horny in this stupid situation.
Then she raised her hand and pressed that button.
AAAHHHHRRRGGG!!
FUCKK!! It hurts it hurts it hur—!!!!!!!!!
It went on for a couple of seconds before she released her fingers from whatever thing she was holding.
Jesus fucking Christ!
I feel like I don't even have a body anymore.
I drift to some empty space where I feel like I am floating in an endless ocean of darkness. Then it hit me again, that sharp poking pain in my brain, and right after that I had some flashes. I don't know what to call them, but they were playing in my head.
It went on for a few minutes, until I felt the shock again and jolted up.
Gasping for air, I saw the woman staring at me like some demon.
She definitely is a demon, maybe worse than a demon.
Was she planning on killing me again?
I couldn't hold back and said, "How many times are you going to electrocute me?"
Yes, that band on my wrist was used for that purpose and many more.
Now I have some clarity over the things; those flashes just a while ago are the memories of the dead eighteen-year-old boy.
The Jon boy, now me, was a student in the military school, and this woman was given control of the boy by his parents, the Duke and his wife.
I slowly get up and lean on the counter. I could feel the numbness still present in my body.
"It's time for school. You are already 10 minutes late."
She then said to go, and I did.
I simply walked out of the house in my civil clothes.
She didn't even bother to tell me to dress before I go.
Some nasty nanny she was, and a lot worse than he thought.
He was now walking on the footpath, to the side of main street road which led to the campus.
It was just a half mile away from where he lived.
As he walked, he could see students dressed in grey uniforms, the same age as him, getting into cars and living. The cars looked like the ones in his world but had different names and slightly different designs.
The front part of the car was in a triangle shape with a very unique bumper design. The bumper looked like bulls' horns, made up of metal.
Jon (the new name I got, and I will live with it from now on) Kingsley.
I must be like that one from the series, a dark horse of the family.
To tell about my family, My father, more like an adoptive father, is a strong politician and influential minister in the king's assembly. He was a trusted advisor.
Yes, he was not my real father.
From the memories, I know that they bought me from an orphan because of my hair.
Apparently I have the same trait as the Kingsley family, the white-black hair; it runs in the family. They took me in and put me in the military school. And there was one more reason they adopted me: to send a son from their family.
There was a law in this country that every family should send a child to the army.
The army was a very dangerous place, even for men; what will it be to a child?
So, they adopted this boy.
Of course, it was a secret only known to the nanny and the parents.
The nanny was the one who found the child for them and brought him to the family, so she would know it obviously.
The memory of his arrival at their house was very clear when I saw it. It must have left a strong impression on the boy that he remembered it very clearly.
Poor kid.
Some twisted family this is. It was a lot to process, one day I was hoping life was just for not us then another day I was in the body of a young man who looked same as me.
I looked up and said, "If you are going to get me here, at least you should have given the first son, not some outcast of the family."
*sigh*
And coming to this world, Erodromachen, this world doesn't have any magic, but people do have supernatural abilities. They are called Eshkras. Eshkras are nothing but a people with different kinds of abilities, like bending metal or absorbing an animal's characteristics.
*SIGH*
I am now standing before the school campus building; it's like a fucking fortress with its tall stone walls and iron gates.
I make my way through the gates; the guards look at me, top to bottom. But they didn't stop me, as they seemed to recognize me.
Having the Kingsley name weighs a lot around here.
Walking straight to the locker rooms, to my locker, I quickly changed my dress to the uniform. It had the name Jon Kingsley in bold letters. Though there was nothing bold in this boy's life.
I walk to the first, where LH-8 (Lecture Hall) was present, and open the door to see a class full of students and a man standing at the board, holding chalk.
He looked at me and said, "Mr. Kingsley."
"You are 20 minutes late to the class."
"And I won't allow you to sit in my class, so stand there until the class is finished."
What a fucking disaster this is, getting scolded by a teacher.
I could hear murmurs across the classroom and saw annoying smirks on the students who sat at the very back.
Nanny was one thing at home; these fucking clown bullies are another headache at school. I knew them because I saw those memories of those kids beating Jon daily.
I turned around, not even listening to the man's words, and walked out of the lecture hall.
Whatever.