CHAPTER 67: 67. A SICK BASTARD

"Obey..." Shin muttered through clenched teeth, blood trickling down his lip as he glared up at Britt. His voice was low and guttural like the last breath of something dying, or the first breath of something terrifyingly alive.

[Slave Leash Activating...]

[Target: Britt — Bound.]

[Subject will not move or act unless ordered by the Host.]

The system notification flickered across Shin’s vision.

Britt’s fingers were just a breath away from the hilt of the fallen sword when they froze mid-air, the invisible chains locking her in place.

"W-Wait... I can’t—!!" she shrieked, her voice cracking into a growl. "You hacked me again, you psychotic freak!!"

"Holy shit..." Sam stumbled back with wide eyes, nearly tripping over his own boots. "I’m not getting hacked next!"

Bob clenched his fists, though by now, he was just weak with low MP. "Get your hands off—"

Shin didn’t even look at him. His gaze was fixated on Britt. His smile widened into something far too stretched to be sane.

"Kill it," he whispered.

Then louder—

"KILL the creature on top of me, like the obedient little mutt you are."

Britt’s body convulsed as her hand twitched forward, wrapping around the sword’s hilt. Her knuckles whitened, her eyes filling with fury and disbelief, but her body moved without mercy. With mechanical precision, she turned, her lips trembling as if trying to scream, and rammed the sword deep into the creature’s gut.

The beast let out a horrible shriek, its greenish blood spraying in arcs, painting her face and falling on Shin. The mutated spider dropped dead to the ground.

Bob’s heart dropped. That was his last summon. His last hope.

"NO!!" he roared, rushing at Shin—only to be met with the hard, metallic slam of a gauntlet to the back of his skull.

"Die already, bastard!!" Lilian snarled, her chest heaving as she lowered her arm. Shin’s Slave Leash had cancelled Britt’s skill, freeing Lilian.

Sylvia still lay unconscious, her body unpixelated, a sign that she was still barely alive.

A crack of lightning shot from the side—Sam’s bolt—and struck Lilian dead-on. She raised her gauntlets to block, but the electricity coursed through the metal, frying her from the inside. Her scream caught in her throat, reduced to a choking grunt as she dropped to one knee.

Despite her numbed limbs, she charged.

She couldn’t feel her legs, her arms, or even her heartbeat. But this wasn’t about survival—this was about loyalty.

She would protect her master, no matter what happened to her.

Sam tried to fire again, but it was too late. She’d closed the distance between them, her

fist meeting his palm mid-cast, and the impact erupted like a bomb.

They were both blasted in opposite directions, crashing through the crumbling ruins. Lilian slammed into debris and was knocked cold. Sam smashed into a collapsing wall, disappearing beneath falling bricks and dust.

At last, Shin staggered to his feet. His mana nearly gone. He scanned the wreckage—Sylvia, Lilian... Britt still standing frozen with the sword, and Bob, unconscious.

He limped toward Lilian, then to Sylvia, checking their pulses, healing just enough to stabilize them with the little mana he had.

"Ey!! Don’t fucking ignore me, punk!!" Britt shrieked. "Unhack me!! Or I’ll kill you!! I’ll fucking—"

"Close your mouth." Shin’s voice was calm. Ice-cold.

Her lips sealed instantly. She choked on her fury, reduced to muffled, angry humming.

He brushed Sylvia’s cheek."You’re not dying today, shawty," he muttered darkly. "At least... not before I take your hymen."

Then he rose, and turned to the rubble, following the sound of Sam coughing weakly.

He found him buried under dust and rubble, barely conscious, blood dripping from his lips. Shin reached under his shirt, pulled out his favorite daggers, still stained from earlier.

He straddled Sam’s chest.

Didn’t say a word.

Just stared.

Then, with dead calm, he gripped both blades and drove them deep into Sam’s ears.

The sound of metal cutting through cartilage and brain was a wet, nauseating squelch. Sam screamed, or at least tried to before Shin twisted the blades and carved them outward toward his jaw.

Blood burst across his hands. Hot, wet. Satisfying.

He yanked his daggers off him, and stood up, glancing at Sam in a twitching mess, jaws and ears split apart.

[+30 EXP]

[+731 Coins]

[Soul Harvest working in background...]

[+100 MP]

[+0.4 Battle Experience]

He didn’t care about anything else. He was glad he’d gotten some MP.

He returned to Sylvia, touched her chest, and healed her just enough to bring her out of critical. She coughed weakly, her breath returning.

Then he moved to Lilian. She stirred, tough as always.

Britt was still frozen. Bob, barely alive, was wheezing.

But Shin didn’t want him unconscious. Not yet. He wasn’t done.

He walked into the ruined café, returned minutes later with thick electrical cables. Power was long dead in this world, but wires still made good rope.

He tied Bob’s wrists and ankles, dragging him into a seated position against a brick pile.

Britt watched from the corner of her eye, her body frozen in place, back aching from the strain. She couldn’t scream. Couldn’t move.

Shin finally spoke, his voice low. Controlled. Dangerous.

"You were supposed to come to my room at seven, like a good little slave."

He turned to her. "Instead... you thought it wise to come and fight me."

She hummed angrily.

"You can speak now."

Her lips unsealed. "You’re insane!! Look at me, you bastard!! You think I’ll play along with your sick game? You think I’m your fucking slave?! I’m older than you, you pathetic little brat!!"

Shin didn’t flinch. He simply walked to Bob and healed him—just enough.

Bob’s eyes blinked open. He froze when he saw the ropes, saw Shin standing before him—and Britt behind him.

"Welcome back," Shin murmured, dragging his bloodied dagger across his palm for show. "You didn’t think I’d let you sleep through tonight’s performance, did you?"

"Where’s Sam—?"

"Dead." Shin chuckled, pointing casually toward the mutilated corpse.

Bob’s face twisted in horror. "You fucking animal—!!"

Shin turned to Britt. "Stand straight."

She did.

"Legs apart."

Her legs parted.

Shin crouched and hovered one hand over her thighs teasingly, the other gripping the dagger tightly.

She shuddered. "W-What do you think you’re doing?! Get your filthy hands off me!!"

Shin chuckled darkly. "Or what? There’s nothing you can do to stop me."

From behind, Shin heard a hiss. Bob tried summoning again. Shin didn’t even look. The battle experience points he’d been gaining were enough to sharpen his senses that he didn’t need to look back to see the creature. He just swung his dagger back, cutting the creature cleanly as it dropped, lifeless.

"Don’t try anything stupid, old man." Shin rose, placing the dagger at Britt’s throat. "Or I’ll cut your bitch clean in half."

Britt swallowed hard.

Bob’s blood boiled, but he was helpless.

Shin leaned in.

"Now you’re going to watch, Bob."

"Watch as I reap your bitch’s skills... right in front of you."

Bob’s breath hitched. "Reap...? What are you—"

"Britt. Take off your leggings."

Bob’s words caught in his throat.

And he watched in stunned horror as Britt’s trembling hands reached for the elastic of her pants and slowly began to pull them down.

His heart dropped.

"You sick bastard!! STOP!! What the hell do you think you’re doing?"

Shin didn’t even glance at him.

"Oh, you’ll see, old man. Just sit back and enjoy the show..."

His voice dropped low-cold, and laced with sadism.

"This is your punishment, Britt. So that when you’re rotting in the afterlife, maybe then you’ll remember what happens to servants who defy their master’s orders."

Tbc