RE: Perverted Sugar Daddy System-Chapter 405: Gregory

To my right, just behind the priest, there was an iron table, and on this table there was an array of tools neatly arranged side by side.

Pliers, needles, burner, electric rod, clipper.

When the man commented on my balls, he hadn’t been referring to my calm in just the face of his intimidating actions. The surroundings and equipment items around also played a role.

I had been able to barricade my mind against the fear of torture, overcome it, but when I saw my missing limb, fear slipped through.

My face slackened for just some seconds, my chest heaving as breathing got heavier and my eyes widened.

This short moment of weakness was all the priest needed. He burst into a mad laugh, picking up a clipper and waving it in the air.

"That is just the beginning, you are in for a world of misery, my boy."

The priest brought the clipper down, placing it on my chest and dragging it down, continuing till he reached my pants.

"Hmm. You know, your last words back in the cell gave me an idea."

While I struggled to regulate my breath, I looked at the man questioningly, and he smiled that cruel smile he had given back in the cell.

"They’ll be here soon, don’t worry."

Just as the man finished, another source of light appeared to the right as a door was opened.

Five figures walked in and they kept to the dark, moving and standing just some meters in front of me.

"Let me show you our guest."

Manipulating the lamp above, the priest directed the light to point forward, the image of a tall, bare man wearing a gas mask, having just a patch to cover his lower waist, coming into view.

There were four people behind the man, each of them holding a chain that connected to his limbs.

"That’s Gregory. As you must have guessed, he is very dangerous, a confirmed killer. He loves....."

"Why is he here?" I cut off the man.

The priest frowned but answered me.

"Another special thing about Gregory is that he has a big tool and doesn’t swing straight — he goes other ways."

"You want him to rape me.

I thought we both agreed my body was the temple of God."

The priest casually shrugged.

"God will forgive me. He understands my reasons."

Gregory was brought on to add to my woes, the priest looking to shake me up further, but the truth was that he was far from a factor in my mind.

My thoughts were still on my missing limb and I worked on calming my nerves.

"Anything else?"

"Ever gone waterboarding?"

"I’ve heard of it."

The priest snapped his hand and immediately a figure came out of the dark behind, towel in hand, and before I knew it, my face was covered and water poured on it.

I understood the mechanics behind the torture technique that was about to be done on me; I braced for the pain that was to come.

For the first seconds, I managed to keep calm, then inevitably I lost control.

Grghhh!! Grghhh!!

My body shook violently, my limbs struggling to break free of their bindings as I found myself starved for air, a heavy weight seeming to have been placed on my lungs.

I could hear a mad laugh through the cloth on my face and the pain ringing through me. I felt I would pass out, but before that could happen, the towel was taken off and I greedily sucked in oxygen.

I blinked, watching the priest with a hard gaze. Anger pouring off me caught his attention; he sent me back to boarding.

Grghhh!! Grghhh!!

I was put through dreadful torture two more times, and when I was given a breather, I weakly sucked in energy, my face devoid of life.

"You’re looking pale. Where happened to all that bravado? We haven’t even gotten to the main course."

"This thing sucks. My head, my joints, my bones, everything aches. I’m finding it hard to think."

"Hmm, your tone? You don’t seem scared?"

"Why should I? The only reason I’m here is because I want to be."

My words caused a sneer to appear on the priest’s face. He immediately picked back his clipper, ready to teach me a lesson, but then a red light lit up above, an alarm ringing through the room.

The priest was at first confused, but then his eyes moved to me and seeing the smile on my face, dread filled his features.

He opened his mouth to quickly speak, but there was already a figure beside him and with the least effort, it slapped his form away.

His form towering, muscles bulging beneath black skin and eyes so dark it felt like they were absorbing light — the Fallen Knight stood to my right.

The sight of the knight had everyone’s eyes widening, their throats dry, and then the first person took action.

It was the man who had stepped out from behind me. He did rush to attack, but rather turned to flee.

The darkness might have acted as cover for him, but his loud steps had the Fallen Knight turning in his direction and before the man could blink, he found his neck caught in a tight grip.

"Please," the man wheezed out, spittle flying from his mouth.

Crack!!!

The knight did not look at him as it snapped his neck, dropping his lifeless body as one would drop a twig.

Walking out from the dark, the abomination stepped back into the light, returning to my side.

"Truth is, you all are going to die," I said, standing as my bindings were broken and I was free.

"Feel free to resist."

There was silence, not a single word from any of the five remaining men.

I don’t know about Gregory, but the four men were paralyzed with fear; when the Fallen Knight took a step forward, they abandoned their duty and broke into a sprint.

Like it had been discussed beforehand, they all broke up, running in four different directions and when the Fallen Knight moved to pick them off, trust Gregory.