Chapter 4

"If you can't control your hand, why don't I chop it off and feed it to the dogs?"

Kael turned excitedly to Genevieve, who hesitated for a moment before tenderly kissing his forehead and softly agreeing.

I saw Kael's vicious grin as he began to slowly slice through the tendons in my hand.

My eyes widened, feeling like they might burst from their sockets, as excruciating pain caused me to convulse uncontrollably.

But I didn't dare even think of resisting, lying there like a fish on a cutting board, helpless to stop the butchery.

Finally, my entire hand fell away from my arm.

Yet for me, this was an immense mercy, no longer having to endure the agony of the knife.

I watched with my own eyes as Kael chopped the severed hand into pieces and fed them to the stray dogs outside the arena.

As the wild dogs feasted on the bloody chunks, everyone present simply stood in silence, watching the scene unfold.

It was chilling to the bone.

Genevieve grabbed my hair, and when I saw the dust on the toe of her shoe, I instinctively stuck out my tongue to lick it clean.

Caught off guard by my utter lack of dignity, Genevieve viciously shoved me away.

"What a filthy, worthless mutt. Since you're so eager to lick, why don't you clean everyone's shoes?"

She had someone fit me with a contraption like a dog muzzle, leaving only my tongue exposed.Holding my hand, she made me lick everyone's shoes clean, including the soles.

My tongue was dry and numb, the rough stones cutting my tongue tip, drooling like a dog.

My body was breathing heavily on its own, but in reality, I had lost all physical sensation.

"I'll give you one last chance. If you can't beat Wenxuan again, I'll turn you into a human flagpole for Wenxuan to play with."

I trembled all over, ignoring the blood on my forehead and tongue, and nodded repeatedly in a muffled manner.

"Th-thank you, Master, for your mercy... This little dog will definitely do it..."

I was thrown onto the competition field like a dead dog.

At some point, a stray dog from outside had run in, sniffed me all over carefully, and then started urinating on my head.

"Haha, Genevieve, look at that coward being marked by a female dog. Why don't we have him perform some interspecies communication for everyone later?"

Genevieve curled her lips slightly, "Whatever makes you happy."

The match began, and I struggled to pick up the cue stick.

Because my vision was blocked, and I was holding the cue with one hand, I swung without even looking.

Kael watched my performance with ease, even mimicking my cue swing, making Genevieve laugh.Despite their initial amusement, their laughter quickly died in their throats when they saw the final scores.

Kael completed the eighteen holes in fifty strokes, while I...

Also finished in fifty strokes.

A chorus of skeptical murmurs and mocking laughter erupted around us.

"He must have cheated, right? I swear I didn't see any of his balls even leave the tee! To think the great Belmont Estate heir is such a sore loser. How embarrassing."

"He's always been a coward, afraid of his own shadow. Just look at the state of him now. It'd be a miracle if he could win anything. Disobeying twice... seems like he's really got a death wish."

"What I'm curious about is... if Harlow wins, will we still get to see him with that bitch... Hahaha!"