Pseudo-Villaines

Joking (1)

Christov and his pirate fleet reached the mainland safely. Although the storm hit them, Christov somehow managed to keep himself and his men afloat. As a sailor, I don't know how many times he faced a storm.

The land they were referring to was not a port in general. No, it was nothing more than an abandoned fishing village. If someone from outside stopped by, he would find nothing but broken boats and torn nets. Do not forget the hut houses that have mostly collapsed.

Christov ordered his men to take the hostages ashore by boat moored on board. As for the passengers, they just resignedly accept the bad luck that befell their lives.

With bound hands, ragged clothes and body condition, and desperate faces, they were led by the pirates to a rather large house. Instead of a house, it was actually just a warehouse. Human shelter warehouses before they were sold to traffickers.

Christov dragged his dying guinea pig to land. While not dead, Christov wants to play him until he is satisfied and his target is completely dead.

"Hurry, Pig! Oh, that's slow!"

Christov deliberately kicked the back of his guinea pig many times. Every time he got up, Christov would kick him again and again. If he lay down too long, Christov would definitely force him to stand up and punch him many times.

Christov put his guinea pig apart from anyone else. Well, it's not a house at all. The place he had prepared specifically for his guinea pig was a very rotten cage. Christov did not give her any food.

If he is bored, Christov will go to his test rabbit to be satisfied. Everything keeps repeating for a month. Without knowing day or night, the boy continues to be the target of Christov's torture.

Not only Christov, his men did not treat him like a human. Often Christov gave them permission to beat him up. Making the wounds he suffered worse and worse.

Until at the end.....

"I'm tired of it..... I better just let go of that guy."

Christov's men standing around him widened their eyes. Oi, that's right!? Was their boss crazy to let his beloved samsak get away with it!? That's what they have in mind.

But no one dared to say it. They simply let go of the rope that bound him and let his already extremely feeble body fall to the ground. As soon as he realized that the rope that was tying him had come off, the young man immediately ran.

He screamed and cried, as if delighted and confused as he regained his freedom. But unfortunately, Christov was clearly not that kind of hearted. Christov took his rifle, reloaded it, and aimed at the young man who was running.

DUAAARR!!!

"Take the body and dispose of the body. You want to throw it where. Most importantly, I don't want to see his face anymore."

Christov actually felt quite frustrated. I don't know because of what. His men nodded and transported the boy's body. However, before they left, Christov casually spat on the young man's face. Think of it as a farewell. So said.

"Hahh....hey, where are we going to dispose of this corpse? It smells bad!"

"Come on, this isn't like the first time we've dumped a corpse. Let's dump this body by the sea. Let the water carry his body to the vast expanse of the ocean."

The two Christov boys were chatting. It was decided that they would dump this corpse on the edge of the ocean. As soon as they arrived, the two immediately threw the corpse into the sand of the beach. Tonight the sea will rise. So tomorrow morning the body will no longer be there.

"Quick away. The party's about to start. I don't want to miss. Especially until it runs out of alcohol and women."

"Ah, you're right! Sorry, I forgot there was a party tonight! Yup!! This is really our luck! Who would have thought that the ship we hunted this time brought many women and wine!"

They both laughed throughout the journey. To the point of not being aware that someone was following them from behind.

"It looks like the party will be a lot of fun. Can I come with you?"

Getting such a question, the two nodded in a very good mood.

"Yes of course, you can come with us.... Huh?"

"Hmmm? What's up, buddy? Didn't you take her... Uh?"

Before realizing something was wrong, the two realized that their chests had been hollowed out. Blood immediately gushed from their mouths, as well as from the wounds they suffered. After that, they felt that their heads felt detached and floated. Then their consciousness just disappeared.

"When I want to party with you. Baby you're dead."