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Chapter 5 - Chapter 5: The Unyielding Vow

Gerald's eyes blazed with a mix of determination and anguish as he recounted his tragic past to Roze. "Gustaf destroyed my life, just like he's destroying yours now. He took my mother from me, and I was forced to flee. But I won't remain silent anymore, Roze. I'll help you escape, and together, we'll seek vengeance."

Roze's gaze locked onto Gerald's, his expression unwavering. "I promise, Gerald. I'll kill Gustaf."

Gerald's face hardened. "Don't underestimate Gustaf's power, Roze. He may appear old, but he's still a formidable foe. Your training will be brutal, but necessary."

Roze nodded resolutely.

"Now, regarding payment," Gerald's voice took on a hint of hesitation. "Once a week, you'll be mine... my toy. Can you accept this?"

Roze's eyes widened, but his resolve remained unshaken. He knew the cost of freedom. "I accept."

The next day, Roze returned, his face battered and bruised, his eyes swollen shut. His once-luxurious hair was now gone, revealing a bald, vulnerable scalp. Gerald's expression darkened.

"Roze, I'm sorry... This is exactly why we must take revenge."

Roze's smirk, despite his broken teeth, sent shivers down Gerald's spine.

As Gerald patted Roze's bald head, he noticed the bloodstained pants. His anger ignited.

"From today, our training begins. You'll become an assassin, Roze. Gustaf will pay for what he's done."

*The Five-Year Odyssey*

Gerald's training regime was merciless. Roze was pushed to his limits, day and night. Combat, stealth, strategy – every skill was honed to perfection. Gerald drilled into Roze the importance of patience, calculation, and ruthlessness.

Each week, Roze submitted to Gerald's whims, his body a tool for the older man's desires. These moments fueled Roze's rage, strengthening his resolve to destroy Gustaf.

As years passed, Roze transformed. His once-fragile frame became chiseled, muscular, and powerful. His shiny black hair grew back, now adorned with fiery red stripes – a symbol of his unyielding spirit.

Gerald watched with pride, his own demons slowly fading.

"Roze, tonight... you're mine again," Gerald's voice was low, husky.

Roze's response was laced with defiance. "Yeah, make it long, Gerald. Your banana's lost its potency over the years... Your balls might just disappear into my mouth." He chuckled, a cold glint in his eye.

Gerald's face twisted, a mix of desire and torment.

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