A Stalk of Thorny Rose

(Warning: This chapter contains contents of torture.)

"Are you feeling better now?"

Huvel flipped the blanket on Meonando and slapped the peach-like soft bum.

"Ah!"

Meonando was startled. His bum flushed red immediately.

"I am fine now," he answered while pouting a little.

"Are you angry at me?" Huvel asked him.

"No. I am not."

"Tch. You should just say 'yes'. Boring!"

"If I say yes, master, you will do it again!"

"You know me so well now. Here, for you."

Huvel gave Meonando a rose. Meonando blushed a little to sudden receive a rose.

"Be careful of the thorns. Now, dress up. We have somewhere to go."

Meonando followed after Huvel with the rose in his hand. His heart was throbbing a little faster. Nevertheless, it became normal once they descended a few stairs. He blamed himself for expecting something romantic from his immoral lord.

Huvel entered a cell on the first floor of the dungeon.

"How does it feel to be on the receiving end?" He asked the man inside cheerfully.

"Hic!"

Meonando hid behind Huvel when he saw the man.

"…g rr…"

The man in the cell could not answer Huvel immediately. He was in a sorry state. His body was wet with sweat and blood but his mouth was dry. His hands and feet were shackled to the wall. In fact, even if his limbs were free, he would not be able to walk properly let alone escaping from the dungeon. A few days of torture in the dungeon took away almost all of his energies.

"Are… you finally… paying me a visit?" Winfrey muttered after gather all his strength.

He glanced at his tortures. He felt bitter as he recalled the past few days.

He was shocked when he saw those people. They were not stranger to him. He knew them well, almost too well. Those people were the slaves he bought and played with. He understood that the lord had discovered the slave trading and he was about to be killed.

So, he was confused when those people started torturing him. Later, he came to the conclusion that the lord wanted something from him. He became hopeful again as he saw a chance to live. However, he became furious in the next moment as the people that he beat, laugh at and looked down on were now returning those treatments to him. He still remembered their sniffling, crying faces or how they begged him stop beating them very clearly. Being abused by them was such humiliation he could not stand.

He shouted and swore at them. They cowered at his voice as usual for a moment. But in the next moment, they started treating and beating him up like he used to do to them. He was extremely furious to get a beating from his slaves but since he was tied up, he could not retaliate. Within a single day, his mood changed from shouting like a madman to begging repeatedly to stop beating him several times. It happened every day until Huvel came to the cell.

Winfrey waved his head as he did not want to think about the past few days. He only thought of begging to Huvel to forgive him.

"I yield… I yield! What is it… that you want? Information? Money…? I will give you anything you want… Just let me… go!"

"Let you go? Hmph!" Huvel replied with a snort. "Who said you can go?! Information? Money? Ha! I already know everything I want to know. And I've already taken everything of 'what used to be yours'! Just so you know, news that you are sentenced to death was already spread in the town."

"WHAT?! Then… why are you… torturing me?"

"Well, an easy death is too generous after what you did to my kitty. Don't you think so?"

"…Just… just because I touched your boy toy?! YOU… YOU, PETTY BASTARD!"

"Yes, I'm petty so I will return everything you did to him. You there, make it hard."

Huvel pointed a finger at Winfrey's groin and ordered man near him. The man's face twitched but he did as he was ordered. As Winfrey's mind was somewhere else and he had no libido, his old snake only became half-hard after a long time.

"What… what are you doing? You are as rotten as the rumours say!" Winfrey fretted.

"Haha!" Huvel laughed lightly. "I don't want to hear that from you out of all people. Are you not embarrassed that you are still hard in this condition?"

"Now, kitty, it's time for your revenge." Huvel dragged Meonando closer to Winfrey. "Look here. This is the thing that made your inside bleed the other day. I'll give you the chance to punish it."

He held Meonando's hand that was holding the rose and directed the end of the stalk to Winfrey's half-hard thing.

"Master… are you telling me to… NO! I… I can't do it!"

"Are you still afraid of him when he cannot even touch you? Fine, fine. I'll help you."

"What… what are you guys talking about?! Go… GO AWAY FROM ME!"

Huvel did not care Winfrey's cry but held Meonando firmly before he could try to run away. He helped Meonando's hand to stab the rose into the small opening.

"GAHHHHHHHHHH!"

A fierce scream filled the cell as the thorny stalk of rose made its way into the small tube. Bleed gushed out through the gaps and fell onto the floor continuously. Even the men who were torturing Winfrey viciously until a moment ago shuddered at that gruesome scene.

Meonando came to his sense after a good while. He screamed and ran away from the cell with trembling bloody hands.

"Use this potion to stop the bleeding," Huvel said as he gave several potion tubes to the torturers. "It is still too early for him to die. So, you all, make sure he lives another three to four days. Okay?"

"Un… understood, Lord Senebres!" The torturers answered in unison. In the past few days. they celebrated for being out of Winfrey's clench and even getting their revenge. But seeing their new master, only one phrase entered their mind. 'Out of the frying pan and into the fire!'