Chapter 5 - Domination Loss (2/2)
”It's fine to seek for power, the reason justify the meaning.”
”Sadly, I'm not a good person.” Foel threw her glance sideway, avoiding eye contact. ”The world didn't treat me better.”
”Then why not fight back?”
”I already did, yet I'm lost. I did dream something beside power, like having a partner, a warm genuine meal made by someone I dear.”
”You will, you will in the future.”
”You're too kind, not proper for this crumbling world.”
It wasn't long before Meshia went to sleep, curling and hugging her tail as Foel stared at the cute kitten, promised to stay awake and keep watch of the vicinity in case of sudden attack.
”I wonder how much mana crystal I could get for selling her.”
Foel drew a steel whip from her pocket space. Her deadpan expression remained the same as she implant a slavery formation upon the lulled feline.
Nothing happened until the sun arose as the feline found herself standing awake from her slumber. Her hands are cuffed with a metal device made to amplify the domination circuit within her body. A disbelieving look was shown, her pupils shrank as the tanomobi gave her command.
”Kneel.”
The device became excruciatingly heavy, pulling down her wrist into the ground with the strength of a horse carriage.
”M-miss Foel?”
A thunderous slash that cracks the air was swung. The feline was hit on the face as the impact sent her flying into a tree. Foel flurried her whip again thrice until she could see a visible wound on Meshia's resilient face.
”You might be wondering why I'm doing this? I wasn't supposed to tell you much of my feelings but my stress needs to be fed.” Foel expression was kept the same on the entirety of the whipping. ”Talent, effort, wealth, all of them mean nothing when you have a defective 'athenaeum'.
”It was harsh, trying the best with the hope for the best, I was sent as an excavator instead of a high mage that was meant to be my lucky position through hard work.
”Well, it was supposed to, someone took my position, as if something omniscient, something invisible to me was guiding that bastard. Such an annoyance travelling the world effortlessly with a cheat paper on his hand.”
She whipped the feline's thighs continuously. ”Meshia Fader, what a weird name, you probably faked it but that doesn't matter.”
The rodent then approached her victim slightly. ”Hush, It's fine, I'm just testing the product before it will be sold, but why are you giving me that determined look? Come on! Give me something! Wail! Yelp! Cry! Moan! Can't you see that an injustice was done to you!? This is why you shouldn't trust a stranger, not even someone assuring who gave you a lending hand.”
Another flurry was thrown, the feline only exudes her denialism. Foel took a close look with one of her legs shoved on the peach between the feline's thighs. The neon-pink gaze from the emotionless gave the feline a greater hue as the sun was blocked by this sadist.
”Mmhh.” The blue-haired feline yelped, her lower limbs wrapped the sadist's shin with struggle to no avail. Foel replies to the resistance by pressing further her leg's sole deep into the feline's cherry to mush.
Satisfied by the serenade, she prodded the feline's bosom with her lethargic whip. ”You're pretty, scrumptious eyes, alluring lips, the perfect chest size, with wide hips, not too tall, not too short. I must first reckon your potential, a little bit sad that you will use the result of your physical cultivation to entertain a man's rod. Don't worry, you will survive, although your cherry hasn't been picked, it will, soon enough, so be patient.”
The feline only gave a silent glare, before the aura surrounding her had changed.
”Indeed, you should be patient, or I'll mess you up.”