Chapter 132 Foiled Plans (1/2)

It was the organisers greatest fear: when the safety equipment malfunctioned.

Screams were heard when they saw the young boy's buckle on the safety harness fail, causing him to fall out of it and downwards. The rope that was holding Kyle up was connected to the waist strap, and the waist strap was held together by the buckle. Thus, when the buckle opened up, Kyle no longer had anything to hold him to the rope.

However, to everyone's amazement, the moment Kyle fell backward and looked like he was falling down headfirst, his leg reached out straight and wrapped itself on the rope above the safety harness. It stopped him from falling and he simply indicated to the people below to continue letting him down.

They did so quickly.

As he was being lowered, Kyle brought himself up and held onto the rope before untangling his foot from it. Once he was close to the ground, Kyle simply jumped down. The moment he did so, he was surrounded by the officials who wanted to make sure that he was alright.

That, and to placate him so that he wouldn't sue them for the faulty equipment.

”Go get that checked out!” one official barked, pointing at the safety harness. ”And who was it that checked it before he went up?”

Another official checked the name list and looked around, ”He's not here.”

”Well, GO FIND HIM!” the guy roared.

He turned to Kyle, and asked worriedly, ”Are you hurt anywhere? We're so sorry for this unfortunate incident. We'll get to the bottom of this.”

Kyle nodded, saying, ”I'm fine. My reflexes are quick enough for something this small.”

The official couldn't say anything to that. It was true. The quick reflexes of the young man in front of him not only avoided serious injury - if not death - it also saved the competition. If something that major had happened, the entire competition would have to be shut down. Even now, the higher-ups were frantically trying to salvage the situation.

Kyle looked around the crowd, seemingly out of boredom as the official prattled on. His eyes narrowed a bit as he spotted one figure hurriedly leaving the area.

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[Warning: R18]

Nitocris sighed.

He stood there stoically, watching with indifference as his Boss started another one of his rampages while making mental notes about the things that he would need to replace later. After the last incident with Kyle, Nitocris actually bought in bulk of all the items that the Boss had in the office. His intuition told him that he would need it.

He was right.

May was standing at one corner, shivering as she hugged herself and holding on to the leash of her own collar. Although it was scary to see, she preferred the Boss smashing things up as it was far better than having him pay any attention to her. Doing things to her that made her cringe.

Yet, at the same time, she felt pity for him as she watched him throwing things about.

She would remember how nice he could be, saying such sweet nothings to her at night and even treat her gently. Apologizing each time after each abusive act, pouring out his heart about his lack of control and how she soothed him in this manner.

She felt like she was going crazy. She must be going crazy. How could she even pity the man that did such things to her?

What May didn't know was that the Boss was imprinting himself on her. Making her become dependent on him in the worst possible way. Total domination and control.

Stockholm Syndrome.

It develops when one is placed in a situation where they feel intense fear of physical harm and believe all control is in the hands of their tormentor. Their tormentor was both their saviour and their abuser. The human brain kicks in as a survival strategy for the victims. When you are at the depths of despair, a word or act of kindness would bring you back up.

The victims start feeling sympathy and concern for the tormentor's sufferings. They start making excuses for the abuse they fall under and even welcome it in the end, so long as the tormentor treats them well afterward.

Nitocris noted the conflicted emotions going through May's face and sighed.

The Boss loved this game. Take pure, innocent girls and ruin them. Make them completely dependent upon him. Control them completely. However, once he reached this stage, he got bored of them and killed them. Seeing their eyes looking at him in fear and confusion, wondering until their last breath what they did wrong.

Nitocris looked away and waited. Finally, after venting, the Boss sat down, his breathing heavy.