NOVEL NEXT Because I want it, do you have a problem with that?
- My Pov -
I can understand the frustration that he is feeling right now. After all, who wouldn't be frustrated if, after putting in a lot of effort as a coachman, you are all of a sudden expected to be a sacrifice for a passenger who turns out to be a member of a bizarre cult?
"damn... argghhh..." with a face that looked desperate, the man attempted to hit one of my followers while his leg attempted to kick my other followers, but this seemed like a poor choice.
Because the seven female members of my sect that I brought with me have all received at least the basic training required of a soldier, which means they are not someone who should be underestimated, and therefore the outcome is certain.
*crackle... *crackle...
"ahhhh...it hurts..."
"arghhh... my hand and my feet! What the heck are you doing?"
When the man tried to hit, one of my followers immediately grabbed the man's hand with both hands and, without any further ado or delay, immediately broke it by pressing it against the hard edge of the altar.
In the meantime, two of my followers grabbed the man's legs to prevent him from moving around too much. After that, one of them pressed the man's calf against the sharp edge of the altar while holding a sharp knife in her other hand.
"aaaaaaaah... aaaaah... stop..."
"Please... arghhh... it hurts so much..."
"it hurts... it hurts..."
It was only natural that the man screamed even more loudly than he had before. Even his body appeared to be writhing in an attempt to escape because I could see that my follower, who was holding a knife in her hand, slowly started slicing the man's leg for sure.
Even the hand of my follower, who was holding the knife, did not shake or hesitate while slicing the more tender lower portion of the man's calf. Even I could see his leg tendons being slowly cut into pieces as they were being sliced.
"Stop, stop, it hurts..."
"I'm Sorry..."
*crying
Even the man started crying like a child, but I didn't want to hear any more of that man's horrible voice, so I said something, "shut his mouth."
"Yes, My Lord."
Without further ado, one of my other followers then took a stone from the floor of this church. As I mentioned earlier, this church is very old and has been abandoned for quite some time, so stone fragments from the walls and roofs have fallen and scattered on the floor.
After that, she went up to the altar and shoved the stone into the mouth of the poor man. The man, as usual, tried to fight back, but after he was kicked in the head repeatedly, he started to obey.
"swallow fast," My follower said in a chilly tone because the stone was quite large. It simply became lodged in his mouth and was not swallowed by him.
"aghhh... agojhh... eghhh..."
Although the man was aware that ingesting the stone could cause his body problems in the future, he could only obey for the time being. He had a distressed expression on his face as his calf was still being slowly sliced, and he tried his best to convince the other person that the rock was too large.
"If that is the case, I will assist you."
The woman who is currently standing on the altar is also insane, for the same reason as my female follower who is slicing this man's calf because she suddenly...
*stomps... stomps*
This woman was really stomping on the poor man's face, or more specifically, the mouth of the poor man. Even when the man looked at her with a pitiful expression and tears were already flowing, the woman still didn't stop, and in fact, she started stomping even harder.
"I'm sorry... aghhh... ughhh... ughhh..." "so...rry... aghhh... ughhh... ughhh..."
"That's what I thought, and how dare you act arrogantly in front of my Lord!"\
Even though his face was already covered in blood and his mouth was a mess due to the blood, teeth, and stones that were mixed in with it, the poor man was still awake. He even attempted to cover his face with the other hand that wasn't broken.
When I saw the horrific gore scene that was taking place in front of me, for some reason, I did not feel frightened or nauseous. In fact, my expressionless face occasionally gave off an unusual smile as I watched it from the sidelines.
I could not see any of their facial expressions because all seven of their heads were obscured by hoods. However, I have no doubt that they were not in the least bit bothered by what they were doing at that very moment.
"That's enough, you've done well, and I'm proud of you," I said in a soft voice while showing a gentle smile as I looked at my seven female followers who were in front of me.
I could see each one of them exhibiting the same reaction, which was their bodies beginning to tremble, and I even faintly heard a very small moaning sound emitted by some of them.
After that, the seven of them moved to the side and looked at me while standing still with hoods covering their heads.
"You've done a good job too."
I then moved closer to the poor man who was currently lying motionless on the altar with a disheveled face and a broken arm. His leg also looks almost severed because there is a deep cut. I can even see the bones clearly.
After the poor man had tried with all of his strength to spit out the blood, stones, and broken teeth that were in his mouth, he struggled to get the words out. Once his mouth felt a little bit cleaner, he continued to struggle.
*cough* *cough* *cough* *cough*
"aghhh... why... why are you doing this to me...?"
I just gave a big grin, and after that, I burst out laughing loudly. I said something while wiping away a few tears from the corner of my eyes.
"Because I want it. Do you have a problem with that?"