The jungle afternoon pressed down like a hot, wet tongue.
Thick leaves dripped sweat.
Sunlight cut through in thin golden knives that only made the blood look wetter, redder, fresher.
Reon was already gone.
Or at least the boy he used to be.
His legs ended in two smoking stumps just above the knees — flesh melted black and red from the torch they'd held there minutes ago. Sizzle… pop. The smell of his own cooked meat still hung in the air. His hands? Shattered. Fingers snapped like cheap plastic, bones poking out through torn skin. Every tiny twitch sent lightning bolts of pain straight to his brain.
He couldn't even crawl.
Just lay there.
A broken toy in the dirt.
Thud.
Jax's steel-toed boot slammed into his ribs again.
Bones cracked.
Reon's whole body jerked like a puppet with cut strings.
"Please…"
The word scraped out of his throat, raw and pathetic.
"Please stop… don't stab me… I can't… I can't take it…"
Thorne laughed low, cracking his thick neck.
"Chicken-shit simp still begging? Cute."
Arun Sudheer — tall, ripped, golden-haired noble prick — stood right in the middle like a king on his throne of filth. His white shirt hung open, showing abs carved from marble and cruelty. Next to him? Lyra. His Lyra once. Now she looked like sin wrapped in silk — tight dress hugging her hips, tits pushed up, lips glossy red. She stared down at Reon like he was dog shit on her heel.
Arun tilted his head slow, smirking.
"Eh, you useless fucking dog. Why don't you lay some eggs for us, huh?"
He paused, eyes dragging over Reon's missing legs.
"Oh wait… you don't even have that tight little hole anymore. My bad."
Lyra's laugh cut through the air like a whip.
She stepped closer, stiletto heel pressing right into the burned meat of Reon's thigh.
Crunch.
Fresh blood welled up.
"Why are you still breathing, Reon?" she purred, voice sweet as poison candy. "Just die already. You're embarrassing me in front of my real man."
Reon's eyes — one swollen shut, the other burning — locked on her.
Even now, even broken, his brain stayed sharp.
"You… you helped them set me up," he rasped, blood bubbling on his lips. "You smiled while they dragged my sister away…"
Viktor grabbed a fistful of Reon's sweaty hair and yanked his head back hard.
*Snap.*
Neck muscles screamed.
"Shut your whore mouth."
Arun unzipped slowly, right there in the open.
No shame.
Just power.
The hot stream hit Reon's face like liquid fire — straight into his eyes, nose, open mouth.
Splash… splash… ssshhh…
It burned every cut, every blister.
Reon gagged, choking, trying to turn away, but Thorne's boot slammed his head down into the mud.
"Drink it, toilet boy," Arun growled, voice thick with pleasure. "This is the closest you'll ever get to tasting something from a real man."
Lyra bit her lip, watching, thighs pressing together.
"God, look at him swallowing your piss like a good little slut. Remember when he used to beg me to let him eat me out? Pathetic."
Reon's stomach rolled.
The taste — salty, hot, humiliating — flooded his throat.
He wanted to scream.
Instead he swallowed.
Because they held his jaw shut until he did.
But they weren't done.
Not even close.
Jax scooped up a warm, steaming handful from the ground — fresh dog shit from the guard hound they'd brought along.
Thick.
Brown.
Disgusting.
"Open wide, bitch."
He shoved the filth straight past Reon's teeth.
Gag. Retch.
Reon's eyes watered.
Tears mixed with piss and filth running down his cheeks.
"P-please… no more… I'll do anything… just don't kill me…"
Arun crouched low, face inches from Reon's.
His breath smelled like expensive wine and pure evil.
"Your limbs got some nice meat left. My dogs are gonna love chewing on these stumps tonight. But me?"
He traced a finger down Reon's burned chest.
"I'm gonna skin you slow. Roast your hide. Turn it into the softest fucking shoes. Just like I did to your old hag mother. Remember how she screamed when I broke her?"
Reon's chest heaved.
Fresh rage mixed with the pain.
"You sick fuck… my sister… what did you do to Leona…"
Arun's grin stretched wide.
"Oh, Leona? That tight little virgin cook? She begged so pretty. 'Please, Master Arun, not there…'"
He laughed. "You should've tried her first, bro. But you couldn't even get Lyra off with that sad little limp-dick stick, could you?"
Lyra leaned down, her perfect tits brushing Reon's shoulder as she whispered hot against his ear.
"I faked every single orgasm with you, baby. Every moan. Every 'oh Reon, you're so big.' Lies. Arun took what he wanted from me and made me help him with your family. You? You were just a warm-up toy I used until something better came along."
Reon's voice cracked, but the words still came sharp.
"You bitch… you helped plan it all… the setup… my family… I'll kill you… if I ever get one fucking chance…"
Arun stood up, kicking Reon's stump hard.
Crunch-squelch.
Fresh blood sprayed.
"Still got this much energy? No legs. No hands. Body half-roasted. And you're still talking shit?"
He shook his head, almost impressed. "Your insignificant little life has zero meaning in this world. Just like your dead whore mom and your cum-dump sister."
The three guards closed in tighter.
Jax punched Reon's face again — CRACK-CRACK-CRACK — knocking out the last of his teeth in a wet red spray.
Thorne lit another torch, pressing the flame slow against Reon's chest.
Hssssssssssss.
Skin bubbled.
Meat cooked.
Reon screamed until his voice gave out, body thrashing uselessly on the ground.
Viktor grabbed Reon's remaining good arm.
Twisted.
SNAP.
Bone broke clean.
Then he started sawing with a jagged knife, peeling muscle like wet paper.
Blood poured in thick streams.
Reon's vision blurred.
Pain was everything now.
A living fire eating him alive.
But somewhere deep, that sharp mind still whispered: Remember their faces. Remember every laugh. If you survive this…
Arun wiped his hands on a silk cloth, looking bored now.
"Enough playing. Father was a fool to just kick you out. Me? I finish what I start."
He nodded once at Viktor.
The big guard lifted the heavy axe high.
Sunlight flashed off the razor edge like a promise of death.
Muscles flexed.
The blade hovered for one perfect, frozen second at the top of its arc.
Reon's eyes widened.
Heart slamming.
Time stretched like warm taffy.
The axe started its deadly fall.
WHOOOOOOSH—
Mid-swing.
Blade screaming straight for Reon's neck.
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