Zombie Apocalypse: I Have Safe Zone Superpower-Chapter 50: Luxurious Bench

She calmly engraved the words "Dominant Patrick" on Patrick’s stomach.

Seeing him writhe in pain made Ivy smile. Even after writing those words, she didn’t stop; instead, she lifted his shirt even more and started to engrave the words like ’Lustful’ and ’Pervert’

What to do? She wasn’t an innocent person and loved to pay back all those who had harmed her.

Patrick’s tears flowed freely. He never thought that it would hurt so much to be on the receiving end.

Ivy, satisfied by her artwork, nodded and asked in a nonchalant tone,

"Patrick is the pain too much to bear?"

Patrick immediately nodded in fear that Ivy won’t understand, "Yes! Yes! Please stop now! I will die at this rate!"

"You won’t," Ivy assured him. She didn’t die and even survived 7 days of torture, surely he can do the same thing, right?

Not to mention... who said that she was going to let him live?

"I have come to know that you have hidden a huge amount of supplies. Why don’t you tell me the location, and I will let you go." Ivy proposed, her gentle voice might have deceived Patrick if it wasn’t for the scorching pain he felt on his chest and the blood that was trickling down from his stomach.

Yet he froze when he heard Ivy’s words. His mind was only filled with a single thought,

’How did she know?’

His reaction confirmed Ivy’s doubts, and her smile deepened.

"You might be wondering how I know, right? Well, I have my own source of information." She replied in a nonchalant voice.

"I... I don’t have anything hidden! I swear!" Patrick swore; he even curled his pinky fingers with his index finger and tensed up.

"What a liar, Patrick. I raided your storage room it was filled with supplies. I am truly disappointed in you." Ivy shook her head.

"Was?" Patrick was alarmed.

Ivy nodded with an innocent expression, "Was. I had used some of the external help to take away those supplies."

"You! Return me my supplies! How can you! Give me back my supplies, otherwise I will report you!" Patrick shouted at the top of his lungs.

Ivy chuckled, "Oh, really? Then go ahead, please. You see, my boyfriend is in the military and holds a significantly powerful position. If he comes to know about your threat, he might personally visit you."

She doesn’t have one and was indeed talking about Silas. But 7 days later, Patrick won’t be alive to know the truth.

"Are you threatening me with your boyfriend?" Patrick shouted, "I, too, have connections of my own! And here you are, the one who is in the wrong! You stole my supplies!"

Ivy shook her head, then slapped Patrick hard on his face,

"Two things, Patrick. First, my boyfriend’s bottom line is me, and he blindly loves me; he won’t care if I rob a bank, he might even check if my hands are paining. And second..." Ivy’s face darkened as she squeezed Patrick’s cheeks and said, "Your life is in my hands. If you don’t do as I say, you will die."

Seeing the killing intent in Ivy’s eyes, Patrick was momentarily taken aback before closing his eyes.

He never realized that letting a seemingly innocent lamb into his house could result in such a grave danger.

Ivy smiled at Patrick’s obedience and stood up.

For the next few days, Ivy stayed in Patrick’s house. Her main work? Just to torture Patrick every single day.

On the first day, she kicked and slapped him to the point that he couldn’t remain conscious at all. Yet due to the drug’s effect, he had to stay awake.

On the second day, after a tetanus injection, Patrick felt sleepy and dizzy, but Ivy didn’t stop; she slashed his every body part as he had done.

By the evening, he was begging for food, but Ivy ignored him and asked a question.

"Where are the supplies? As long as you tell me, I will let you go and even eat like a king."

She didn’t use Patrick’s bed to sleep. It disgusted her and made her feel nauseous.

Instead, she entered the temporal storage and asked,

"Can you make a home for me?"

[Construction impossible due to insufficient materials.]

"How about a bench?" Ivy proposed.

[Sure. It would require 1 kb.] freēnovelkiss.com

"Just take it." Ivy sighed.

[Building the bench... Process completed. Current balance 46.7 KB]

Seeing the bench, Ivy was speechless... it was too luxurious to be called a bench.

It looked more like a fancy chair from a royal palace. The wood was dark and shiny, almost like black glass.

On the sides, there were cool designs carved into it, vines and feathers that looked so real, she almost wanted to touch them.

The backrest was high and curved just enough to make someone sit straight without feeling stiff.

Thick red cushions made the seat look super comfy, and golden buttons decorated the sides.

The legs of the bench were carved into dragon heads, with sharp eyes and tiny scales. Ivy thought they looked like something from a fairytale.

"For 1kb... it is indeed worth it!" Ivy thought. She lay there, and soon a blanket was automatically draped over her.

The atmosphere in the temporal storage was cool and relaxing. Soon, Ivy fell asleep. And it became her sleeping spot.

On the third morning, when Ivy came out of the temporal storage, she heard Patrick’s faint cries for help,

"Help... help! I... will tell... just let me eat... I will die..."

Ivy raised an eyebrow before waking up to the old man with a smile,

"Really? Then why don’t you start telling me the location and the key to open it?"

Seeing Ivy, Patrick’s eyes lit up, and he could feel life slowly seeping out of his body; if he didn’t say something, he might truly die.

"I will tell! It is in the kitchen. If you knock on the third tile to the left, you will find it hollow."

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