Pampered By The Sadistic Academy Villain

ting wave of sulfur and copper th

braced himself for the crushing weight of concrete, expecting the aft

e was no

p, dark stone walls surrounded him. Rusted iron instru

tion dragged agai

ather whip. Dark gold blood dripped from the metal barbs woven

reath echoed in

ad up. His stomach d

ts and ankles. His silver hair was matted with dark sweat. Deep, raw gashes crisscrossed his pale

orced his

were dead. Hollow. Filled with a violent, suffo

se eyes. He had spent three years des

ered protagonist of his own web no

heavy, violet robe embroidered with dark silve

a physical blow. He wasn't just in his book. He was Benedict G

ri, fully awakened, skinning Benedict alive. Kamari ripping Benedict's

n's sternum. His knees buckled. He

moved to

the flickering torchlight. He held a heavy iron basin. A glowing

t council president. Benedi

ly sweet eagerness. "Your arm must be tired. Why don't you let

ruined chest spasmed. But his golden eyes didn't bli

s throa

iled, a cruel twisting of his lips, and took

become permanent. The torture would be u

l instinct overrode the p

ged fo

ollar. He planted his boots on the slippery stone an

ard, his feet slipping out from under h

een acid spilled across the stones. It hissed viole

trapped bird. He dug his fingernails into his

ission to touch hi

ff the stone walls,

ward on the floor, hi

ead look in his golden eyes shattered, repla