The Prisoner of the Sadistic Master

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...Ryan Lewis POVs...

Plaque!

He slapped my cheek until my face turned away because of his hard slap, "Campus! That's why don't be like that!"

I held my cheek and smiled obliquely looking at her intently intimidatingly, "How dare you."

"I told you! I'd rather die than satisfy******* your depraved! Goddammit! Goddamn bum!"

Brugh

He kicked my crotch.

Akh. It hurts so much!

He distanced himself from her and put up the horse while holding the billiar stick that was on my side of the room.

I chuckled despite the pain.

This time I met a woman like her.

Attractively. Interesting to exterminate.

"Why laugh?! Crazy huh?! Basic sets!" Ticus.

I stopped my laughter and looked at her sharply. "Today you'll be my special babu of office work. Because I think you're quite resourceful compared to the natives I'm working with.

Plus, you have to clean up everything in my room. Good clothes, floor, room decor, all you have to arrange.

Don't ever get out of here if I don't tell you to. Your clothes are in a small closet in the corner, your food will be between and your bed on the floor with a carpet pad and an ambal plus a blanket. That's enough for a babu like you." Obviously I'm at length. I want to go back to testing it.

"Have a son! That's his name torture! Even in salary again, not to mention the time I can not get out of the room! Where possible! It makes no sense!"

Hahaha...is that brave of him?

But it's good. Most women like her are easy to play. I'll teach her a lesson after her disrespectful act to me.

"No comments. Just do that. Understand?" I clearly.

I sat at the minimalist office table in my room, "If you refuse my offer and get out of this house. I won't hesitate to shoot you in the head with this gun." I showed you the gun I took from the bag of the gun I stuck in my pants.

He was silent with a straight forward look.

Cih, the expression of the weak woman.

"Yes, just shoot. I also want to die. What a pleasure to live here!" He looked at me sharply.

The answer was beyond my expectations.

He walked over to me.

Bruck...

He hit my desk.

Very disrespectful.

He held my hand that was still holding the gun, "Just shoot! I hate my life too! All the same, nothing makes me believe that living in the world is better than the hereafter!"

He tightened his hand, "Hurry up!"

His hands were shaking with his eyes closed. And started crying.

Cih, already weak why strong support, hm?

I took my hand off her.

"You think I'll sympathize when you cry, huh?"

"I told you, if you want to shoot, shoot! I don't give a shit!" She looked at me sharply with tears welling up in her eyes.

I don't care at all. I turned my gun over the lights on the roof.

Dor's!

Making her stop her crying while covering her ears and just revealing a sob.

"I haven't shot you because you're still here. If you'd gone out and escaped from this room, your head would have been crushed like that lamp."

I don't give a shit.

I came out of the room and left myself.