57 Chapter 57

*bam*

The delicate girl was sent flying to the other side of the bed.

«Ou-ou-ouch!» – Juno moaned under her breath, unable to scream. A sharp, piercing pain spread throughout her body to the tips of her fingers. The first hot tears rolled down her cheeks.

Kyon approached Juno with a straight face of an experienced executioner. He roughly grabbed her silky golden hair and ruthlessly dragged her from the bed to the floor.

The time for revenge had come... His sweet, gentle, perverse, immoral revenge. He hated the little demon with an angelic look with every cell of his body. Her age didn't matter anymore, neither did the fact that unlike him, she couldn't defend herself. He might have some mercy if Juno had treated him in a marginally acceptable way, if she had given him food and shelter, provided him with healing medicine after her "training"... or at least had hidden her sadistic smirk during those sessions. Regrettably, she didn't. She was evil trash who enjoyed giving people pain. (The status of her victim was of no importance. She gave Jean a hard time, too). As for her attitude towards slaves... It was a hellish mixture of racism and nazism. She must have had a lousy upbringing. Such a spoiled person could and should be punished, beaten and humiliated in every possible way. It might change her for the better.

«Enough! Let me go! It hurts!» – Juno howled quietly, whining in pain and mumbling something under her breath. Nobody had ever been so cruel to her before. Her head burned like hell after Kyon had almost ripped off her hair with his iron grip. Tears were drawing wet paths on her smooth cheeks.

«Listen to me, bitch. I allow you to move slowly and meekly. I forbid you to use the formation or resist me in any other way!»

«What do you want?» – Juno squeaked through tears. – «I have already offered you freedom and money! Slaves don't need anything else in life, so what's the problem?»

Kyon rolled his eyes with contempt:

«I need you to suffer, darling. Only then you will understand something with your little empty head. I want to give you a taste of your own medicine so that you could feel with your pretty skin what it was like for me.»

After his tirade, Kyon gave her a sudden and heavy blow in the stomach then in the ribs and the side. It was a shame to beat such a cutie in the face. It would be against divine laws to spoil her looks. Even Kyon was afraid of lightning from above. And also of Dinah. The effect would be about the same: he would die a terrible death.

«Ooooh! Nooooo! It hurts! Stop hurting me!» – Juno howled, horrified by the new painful sensations. Until today, she was totally convinced that a slave had no right for revenge. Would a jacket she tore during training ever take revenge on her?

«Remember when you ordered me to knock my teeth out? And when you gave me false hope of forgiveness and then killed me with a stick? Don't you think it hurt me way more than it hurts you now, you little piece of shit?!» – The enraged avenger poured out his outright hatred. He was not going to forgive her inhuman order to knock out his teeth just because she had fallen on him herself. Kyon grabbed her by the hair and punched his whimpering victim into the solar plexus with all the power of the pure energy concentrated in him. The impact of the blow sent her spinning aside.

Juno landed on the floor with a terrible coughing fit as she got the wind knocked out of her. When it was over, she curled up in a fetal position making a barely audible moan. Tears were flowing from her big emerald eyes, but she didn't sob like a little offended child, only whimpered, groaned, howled, and coughed almost inaudibly.

She had never given another thought about what the things-slaves might feel while she was killing them, beating them, breaking their bones, crippling them. It was no concern of hers! There were people in power and trash of no value. But now that the worthless boy was battering her so hard, she had to admit that it was really tough for her victims. However, Juno didn't care about them even now. They were no people, just a piece of garbage. She felt sorry only for herself.

The vicious beating continued for another couple of minutes. No matter what she said, no matter how she begged, Kyon didn't stop beating her. At times, it seemed to get harder. Juno was covered with injuries of varying severity. More and more bruises appeared on her tender skin. Everything below her neck and approximately to the level of her pelvis was nothing but a punching bag for the heartless monster.

Juno could not resist, could not move or even scream in pain. She could only take the beating and get crushed by the one who was meant to be crushed. It was unfair! Juno thought that all he wanted was to kill her, but she wanted to live so much. She had just connected to her soul. She was finally on her feet. Her cultivation was boosting. Her dream to prove to everyone that she was better than her sister was about to come true. Apparently, it was her last night. Her eyes rained tears, but Juno didn't want to cry or revel in her grief. All she wanted was to kill the hateful slave and get out of this mess. But how?

«Please… Don't kill me…» – Juno was so arrogant and self-important not so long ago. Now she was moaning in a plaintive voice. She was trembling from burning shame and humiliation.

Kyon paused for a second and looked intensely into her eyes. He snorted contemptuously:

«You're a complete idiot… I want to live, too! Not all slaves are as stupid as you think, dumb bitch.» – He rushed at her again with irresistible fury like a hungry wolf pounces at a helpless and injured lamb.

About a few minutes later, Kyon was out of breath from the rapturous beating. Droplets of sweat rolled down his forehead after the effective fist workout. But his fatigue never matched the extraordinary delight in his actions. Probably, the world champion feels the same when he beats the world record.

Kyon lifted Juno by the hair. The girl was still charming but already pretty battered and tear-stained. He took her beautiful face by the chin and looked piercingly into her eyes:

«Alright, I have let off some steam. Now I want you to greet your master as befits a submissive slave. Then I will stop beating you. Maybe.»

Hung by her hair, Juno suffered from a burning pain all over her body. She cringed into a lump like a naughty kitten who was taken by the scruff after its dirty business. She covered her chest with one hand and her stomach with the other to protect them from his heavy blows.

The slave brazenly pulled her to himself and burned her with his dark like moonless night eyes. He looked at her arrogantly, with a dismissively haughty expression... No one had ever dared to look at her so presumptuously. Juno wanted to escape and then brutally kill her heinous torturer but alas, any slightest movement in hanging position gave her such a sharp headache that sparks flashed in her eyes... She considered herself an unfortunate victim of evil fate and glaring injustice.

Kyon didn't like that Juno kept looking at him without fear. She was whining from pain and oppression. Her eyes were filled with tears, but he could see intense feelings of a different nature in the: urge to kill, hatred, perseverance, and resilience.

He roughly pulled her hair:

«Well? I can't hear you greet your beloved master.»

Her slim little body was as light as a feather. Somehow it was even insulting that he had lost battles to such a fragile girl. It was hard to believe that this seemingly innocent angel could torture someone so cruelly. Kyon found her much more attractive now, especially compared to the moment when she was kicking him, helpless, unable to get up anymore. He remembered the wicked smile on her face.

Juno bit her lip, annoyed. Everything inside her turned from indescribable humiliation. But even so, she was willing to endure this nasty feeling as long as could be because it was better than obeying his humiliating order. She'd rather die but never say the words that could compromise her honor! Not a word came from her mouth. She only gave Kyon an eloquent and contemptuous glance that said, "no way."

Kyon frowned. This little scum was not going to recognize him as her master. It was too bad. If she didn't admit this immutable truth now, he would have lots of trouble with her disobedience. It was essential to take the little bitch down a notch so that she would finally understand who was the real master of her body and soul. In fact, she had to be grateful that his plans didn't include crippling her or killing such a valuable pawn. He wanted to give her pain and it didn't matter if it was moral or physical. He only cared to avoid any visible consequences.

The sight of the suspended beaten girl could soften the heart of any man: crying eyes, tousled hair the color of the sun, nice legs painfully jerking at the knees. Juno tried to stand on her feet but couldn't reach the floor. She wasn't tall enough.

If anyone saw Kyon hurt this charming ange, they would have angrily ripped the monster to shreds. Grandfather Bai would torture him to the end of time so diligently that Kyon, no doubt, would regret being born.

However, Kyon was adamant about his actions. Even more than that... He was ecstatic and enraptured. There it was his sweet revenge, rampant and intoxicating. As a punishment for her burning scornful stare, he pulled her again by the long-suffering hair, wrapping it around his fist. The moans and sobs from his former lady and his present slave were melodious to Kyon's ears. He found them more pleasant than the ringing nightingale trills.

«You're not talking? Well, well… Then I will continue until you are dead.» – The inexorable torturer hissed a blatant lie.

He couldn't disfigure her or cripple her by any means. Above all, he should keep her alive. She was his only way up, his obedient (well, not quite yet) and vital tool. Juno had to give all of herself for the sake of his goals: her time, her will, and perhaps even her body. She had deserved this fate. It served her right.