Strengthening the Empire

I held the man high, making sure everyone in the crowd could see him. An idea began to form in my mind—something new, something fitting for a pathetic creature like him. Among the skills I'd gained through my endless torment, there was one in particular that seemed perfectly suited for him. Level 65 was still relatively high; instead of overtaking his country, I could make him my puppet. The irony made me smile.

"No, please, let me go! I'm sorry, I—" His panicked plea was cut short as my hand struck his face with a resounding slap.

"Sorry?" I snarled, leaning in close. "You're sorry for torturing so many women? Is that how you show your supposed superiority?" My voice dripped with venom. "Just for that, I should boil your 'thing' in cooking oil and make you beg for mercy."

His face turned ashen, the color draining almost instantly. He struggled weakly against my grip, but it was futile. I slapped him again, the force snapping his head to the side.