Pseudo-Villaines

Rabbit Trial

Jean spewed a lot of blood. The bruise filled his whole body. His face was battered. The bones in his body were broken. His fingers and toes no longer had nails.

In other words, Jean's situation was really bad. No one healed his wounds. The cause? Somehow the pirate leader who attacked this ship made himself a target of anger. Every time she was frustrated by something, Jean would become a lifeline.

UHUKK!

for some time, Jean coughed. And what comes out of that cough is always blood. It seems like the internal part of his body was injured. The blow that the pirate leader had was harder than Jean had imagined.

"Yo, kid. You're awake, huh?"

A BRUUUUKKK!!

BUAGGH!!

KRAKK!!

As soon as the pirate leader, whom Jean heard was named Christov, hit him again. He smashed Jean in the stomach with his hard fist. His chest was kicked by Christov until the sound of bone creaking could be heard from within. Again, Jean spewed fresh blood from her mouth, spilling onto the floor of the ship.

Christov who saw his life suffering, smiled. He smeared his finger with the blood of Jean who had fallen on the floor and licked it. There was no disgust, he really enjoyed it.

"Hey boy, thanks to you, I can enjoy time in this super boring place. Well, maybe I should give you a little present, right?"

Christov went to the corner of the room he lived in. This is Captain Beard's private room. Christov took something from there. An object that is quite long and covered by cloth.

Carefully, Christov opened the cloth. In a vague manner, Jean learns that what Christov is holding right now is a rifle. Nicholai once showed him a shotgun.

Christov deftly cleaned the inside of the rifle with an iron rod and then put a strange powder into it and a small iron ball. He then turns on the rope behind the rifle and points it at Jean.

DOORRR!!

Jean felt a very painful pain in the right part of her stomach. His body was shaken and the pain crawled to all parts of his body. His mouth was bleeding again. His consciousness began to drift.

"Hmmm? Just incredible! You're still holding on after getting hit by hot lead! You really are a good match for being a guinea pig!!"

Christov is happy not to be overbearing. He did the same thing as before, then fired hot lead into the left side of Jean's stomach. Christov did the same thing over and over again. He accidentally didn't hit Jean's vital parts. Christov enjoyed all of Jean's screams and cries. The boy's mouth begged him for mercy. This is what he wanted!!

Christov stopped when he was bored. Before he left, Christov heated an iron plate and attached it to Jean's back.

"ARGGGHY!! STOPIT! HOWDY!!"

But it's impossible for Christov to stop there, right? But somehow, Christov's mind told him to stop. That's a strange suggestion for even Christov. But, he still obeyed the contents of his head and left Jean alone.

***

"Boss! We'll be on land soon! Are we going to drop them all down there!?"

One of Christov's men who served as his ship's nahkodha shouted at Christov. Not meant to be rude, but the wind was strong. If he did not shout, there was no way Christov could hear him clearly.

"Yes! We'll drop them there!! Speed up the wheel, you fool!!"

"Aye, Aye sir!!"

Sea currents and strong winds really made it easier for Christov. Two other ships followed from behind. He gets a lot of 'trade' goods and gets gold coffers that will fill his pockets.

Christov felt that the hunt this time was a great fortune for him.

Is that really so? I don't know.