Chapter 3
Chapter 3
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 3
Chapter Title: Bad Children Get Punished
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-Thwack!
The bitch collapsed again, like a doll with its strings cut loose.
I felt the pleasure, but...
'Hmm...'
I must've hit her too hard in the heat of the moment. Any more would be dangerous...
It was about time she started obeying me at least a little.
For her own sake, too.
"Open your eyes. Bad children have to be punished."
"Guhhh... O-open... s-stop, p-please stop..."
Her head must be a whirlwind of dozens of thoughts right now. Above all, her brain was instinctively, ruthlessly calculating which was more life-threatening: more blows to the gut or tear gas in her eyes. That's how humans evolved.
"That's right~ Now you're listening. If you're scared, just look up."
Even as her whole body trembled like a leaf in the wind, the bitch somehow forced her eyes open, her pupils rolling upward to show the whites as she stared at the ceiling. Finally, the real training was getting on track.
Crush her pride with overwhelming violence, terror, and pain, then coax and soothe her into submitting of her own accord. A classic carrot-and-stick strategy, but incredibly effective.
Of course, right now it was just a 1 cm act of submission—rolling her eyes upward—but that crack would widen uncontrollably.
"Good girl! See? You can do it if you try! But you're still a bad girl, so you need your punishment. Ready? Here it comes?"
I pressed the spray button without hesitation.
Hiss!!
Tear gas mercilessly sprayed into her pretty eyes.
"Aaaahhh!"
The bitch clutched at her eyes and writhed like a worm. But unlike before, she didn't dare curse—just flailed around. What a pretty sight.
"If you want to live, memorize this. Repeat after me: first one! I won't resist!"
"Hiiiiaaah!"
Her failure to repeat after me soured my mood a bit, but I let it slide this time. Seeing her in agony was pure bliss.
"You'd better not make me say it twice..."
"Hic... I w-won't... r-resist..."
"Good girl."
I stroked her head once. Her body shuddered at the creepy, nauseating touch, but there was no resistance. The training would be over when my touch no longer disgusted and creeped her out. I left the writhing bitch lying there and shut the barred door.
"Oh, one more thing. You'd better clean up that filthy vomit before I come back."
"Hic..."
She didn't respond, but any more beatings today would be too risky. I didn't have the ability to fix ruptured organs. I locked the basement's steel door tight and headed back upstairs.
How many hours passed?
I woke to the chirping of some nameless bird outside the window.
Humans can be so ugly, yet nature remains beautiful. After a pointless moment of sentiment, I got up and started stretching.
I grabbed a bottle of mineral water from the kitchen and downed a full liter right there. I swallowed two multivitamins too. Slight muscle aches—probably a side effect of swinging between extreme tension and ecstasy in less than a day.
"Recycling's a must."
I crumpled the plastic and tossed it in the bin, then moved on. I'm a proper, upright citizen. No time for idle thoughts. Today would be busy too. I packed the tools I'd use into my work bag.
Like a kid with a new game console or a driver with a shiny new car, just knowing those things were in there filled me with uncontainable joy.
I opened the steel door to the long, straight basement stairs and descended. At the bottom was another steel door, and beyond that, a soundproof door about 2 meters further in.
I opened the soundproof door, stepped in, and turned the handle to lock it securely.
Sweated bullets getting this installed.
There she was, the bitch, right in front of me. My dick was rock-hard, ready to burst—morning wood, or maybe just the perfect toy in sight? Hard to say.
"Hello?"
"..."
The bitch had dozed off, slumped against the wall in exhaustion. She jolted awake at the sound of me entering and stared, but said nothing.
"You'd better answer politely before I open this barred door."
"H-Hello."
Only then did she seem to realize her situation. Her eyes and mouth twitched with faint spasms as she forced the friendliest smile she could muster. I inserted the Yale key into the barred door's lock and turned it.
Creeeak...
The bars swung open with a grating sound.
The bitch huddled in the corner, looking disappointed there was nowhere left to flee, eyes fixed on me.
Her left eye, hit with the tear gas yesterday, was a bit swollen, but it seemed fine—no permanent damage from all the tears. As an Awakener, her healing was exceptional anyway.
Still, with one eye puffy, she looked ridiculous.
She'd apparently wiped up yesterday's vomit with her outer clothes and shoved it into a corner. She must've hated obeying me that much, but she did it anyway. Proof the fear of violence was sinking in.
I checked her over and locked the bars securely again.
"I've got some work to do, so be a good girl and stay put."
The bitch clutched her abdomen—probably sore from yesterday's blows—and hung her head. I pulled out a hammer drill, wall plugs (Karl's anchors), and such from the bag. Gotta make the foundation solid for heavy loads.
"Oh, don't worry. As long as you stay still, I won't drill this into your skull. Haha!"
The line cracked me up—even I had to chuckle. The bitch just trembled, lips quivering.
A few minutes later, base work done, I tossed the hammer drill aside and pulled out the iron chains from the bag.
Classic restraints. No need for arms or legs—one line would do. Lock the neck in an iron collar, and a human can't exert any force. Essential for today's training highlight.
Focused on finishing up, I sensed movement behind me.
'Huh?'
"Guh!"
Didn't expect her to charge so fast. The drill bit grazed my forehead, tearing skin. Blood trickled, but no big deal. Her old personality hadn't died yet.
Time for the second round of training today. I twisted her wrist to drop the drill, then bent her arm back.
"Aaaah! You fucking psycho!! Why are you doing this to me?! Why why why! Why!! What the hell did I do!!"
Bitches are all like this. They don't know how to process emotions. Once stress hits critical, they explode into hysterical outbursts. No point talking now—she wouldn't hear it. Time to help her calm down.
"Kyaaaaah!!"
I hugged the screaming, thrashing bitch from behind and sat on the floor. Not for romance, of course.
She's going wild.
"Let go! Let go, you bastard!! I'll find out who you are!! I'll kill you!"
I wrapped my legs around hers to pin them, twisted both arms back. Joint locks prevent movement. My remaining hand clamped over her noisy mouth and nose. Thick work gloves meant her teeth couldn't bite through.
"Mmph! Mrrgh!! Mmmph!!"
Emotional explosions lead to hyperventilation. Block breathing when the urge is strongest, and humans feel sheer terror. I inhaled the sweet scent of her hair.
The bitch stopped screaming. Choking, she could only roll her terror-filled eyes at me. Those frightened eyes... man, holding back was tough.
I snapped to and realized I was licking her left ear. So sweet. So sweet. My throbbing erection pressed against her back. She shuddered, feeling it. But not now.
"Listen, bitch. You'll stay locked here until you figure out what you did wrong."
Just tens of seconds with nose and mouth sealed, and her eyes started rolling back. Limbs went limp. Hypoxia brought spasms to arms and legs. Contractions made her abdomen convulse wildly.
"That's enough. Can't kill you yet."
I released her immediately. She collapsed in a heap, gasping for air, body slack. Approaching the delirious bitch, I started stripping her clothes.
Dazed from oxygen deprivation, stars spinning in her vision, she couldn't resist at all. Probably didn't even realize her clothes were coming off.