DYING? I DON'T CARE!

# Child Abuse read with caution.

In a dimly lit room, a naked child was blankly looking at the man. His eyes hold no vigor and spark fitting to his age. They look dead.

"Lower your eyes!" a man's harsh voice rang in his ears but it was as if he heard nothing, he kept looking at the man with the same dead eyes.

"This bas***d! how did your mother teach you? Don't she teach you to listen to your father!" the man roared in anger.

When the child heard the word 'father' his eyes flickered a little but soon it was as calm as still water.

For him, this said father only brought him torment, unlike other fathers he saw who loved and protected their children.

Sometimes he wonders just why he had such a cruel fate.

Not receiving a response from the child, the man released his pheromones, the rose-scented pheromones.

While others may find the smell of these roses tempting, for him it was the most repugnant scent.

These sickening, overpowering smells of roses filled the room, making the child's body tremble.

The intense aroma had a dominating effect as if trying to overpower the child and him submit to the man.

Clenching his hands tightly, the child tried to endure the smell. He refused to submit to the man under any circumstances.

Upon noticing the child's stubbornness, the man pressed the button on the band around his hand, causing it to elongate into a long whip.

Seeing the whip in his so-called father's hand, the child sneered.

"You forced me to do this. I had no other choice but to discipline this disobedient child," sighed the man as he struck the child with significant force.

"Swish....slam..."

One could clearly see that the force behind the hit was strong and brute enough to hurt an adult male and this trash man didn't even hesitate to hit his child like that.

How can a father be like this toward his own son?

However, even after being struck, the child did not flinch, as if he was accustomed to it. The various healed scars on the child's body indicated that he had been hit many times before.

The man continued to strike the child a few more times, but the child did not make a sound, causing the man's desire to continue to diminish.

The man grew bored, as it felt like hitting a wooden puppet.

"Tch... too boring."

How can someone be this wooden-faced?

Just as the man was about to leave, a sudden whimper rang in the room, "Argh.... ungh...."

He halted his steps and directed his gaze toward the source of the sound. As the body moved, the man's eyes shone with excitement.

The woman's face was a vision of beauty, with a complexion as clear and radiant as the full moon on a crisp night.

But as one's gaze lowered to her body, the reality of her torment became all too clear. Her skin was marred with deep whip marks, a brutal testament to the pain and suffering she had endured.

The sight was both heart-wrenching and infuriating.

The woman was none other than his wife. The wife he begged to marry, whom he chased after begged her to look at him but as the years passed by she was nothing but the plaything under him.

She had become the punching bag he had married.

And her docile and obedient behavior only flared his violent nature more.

Since the child could not give him the satisfaction he desired, he would get it from his wife.

And if she could still wake up after getting beaten earlier, she must still be able to endure a few more strikes. With that thought in mind, the man moved towards the woman.

"Hey, wake up!" the man nudged the woman's body with his feet in disgust.

"Don't act!" the man scold a couple of times, however, no matter how much he shout all he get in response was a whimper.

The man suddenly felt something was wrong. He hurriedly touches the woman only to find her head burning hot.

The woman's face was hot to an abnormal state.

The man suddenly becomes flustered.

He knew if she died, he will be done for.

He could beat her but to cause her death will be a whole different matter.

The protection center won't leave him alive if something happened to her.

All his superiority banished, panicking he called the servants, "Call the family doctor!"

In the meantime, he picked up his wife and placed her on the bed.

"Turns the light on," as soon as the man utters those words, the dimly lit room brightens.

The gloominess vanished what remained was the lavish room.

The room was about 150 meters square in area painted in light orange and creamy pink shades.

It was decorated lavishly with king sized bed, a sofa set at the center to accompany guests or to laze around, a coffee table and a mini fridge, a mini gaming area at the left corner and there are two doors at the right and south of the room, one leading to the closet while other was to the bathroom.

Just the structure of the room shows how wealthy the family might be if one room was that lavish but looking at the two beaten people in the room also shows just how much of a beastly people live in that lavish house.

The bed the woman was laying on looked comfy however the woman herself was far from comfortable.

Placing the woman on the bed, the man looked at the still child.

The man got irked at the sight of the child.

"Don't just stand there like a statue, go and put on some clothes."

"How can a child be so unmoving seeing his mother in this state, truly a beast? Abnormal bast***!" the man scoffed at the child walking to the closet.

Though it wasn't the child's room, there are some of his clothes in the room.

The child walked to the closet, which was filled with three sizes of clothes, one for a woman, one for a man, and one for a child.

If someone new looked at the arrangement, they would sigh how much perfect their life was.

The child sneered at the thought.

Perfect! Far from it. His family wasn't normal at all.

He picked a long sleeve black sweater and black pants to go with the sweater.

By the time, he walked out all dressed up, he saw his so-called father and an old man with a white beard in the room.

The old man was the family doctor and the person who was responsible to fix the broken parts in their body.

"If her fever continues on, she may die...." the old man sighed at the sight of the feeble young omega woman on the bed.

The child's hands tremble at the news.

His eyes moved to the faintly breathing woman from the doctor and his old man. After looking for a moment, he left the room.