The promisse

Before leaving the house, Drayan felt a strange sensation around the house. He decided not to leave now. Drayan pulled back and took one look at her face.

"This is awful." — Drayan had taken the bandage off his cheeks, and was looking at himself in the mirror, passing his hand over his bruised face.

Drayan used to have a reasonable face, but now, his face is very scary. It's like a human who had his face dipped and burned in fire. His right and left cheeks showed his skeleton-shaped jaw.

He put the bandages back on, and he noticed something.

"I'm without clothes!"

All that covered Drayan's body were the bandages.

Drayan immediately searched for new clothes. A red hooded coat and black pants fit him well. The red color of the clothing would help to disguise your blood.

Drayan noticed that his strange feeling hadn't gone away. He was in a hurry, but he decided to wait a little longer.

When the blood was close to his wounds, Drayan moved his blood away from the wound. But he didn't have full control over all of his blood, so blood still leaked from his body, but slowly.

After 30 minutes of meditation, the strange sensation that Drayan was feeling did not go away.

Not wanting to wait any longer, Drayan pulled his hood over his head, clenched his fists, and decided to leave the house.

When he left, an arrow flew towards his face. Drayan cocked his head to the side to dodge, and the arrow sliced ​​into his left cheek.

"Orange hood, you bastard!"

Drayan wiped the blood from his cheek, and looked at the hooded man standing on top of a building holding a bow.

"Last time, you managed to catch my arrow and even gave it back to me. But just now, you almost got hit straight by my arrow? What happened to you? Are you weaker?"

"Weaker? Don't make me laugh. Get down here, I'm ready to kill you."

"Kill? You're pale-faced and in a cold sweat. Your body is covered in bandages. You fought a creature that left you badly injured, right? You don't stand a chance of kill me in your current state."

He tucked the bow into his back, flashed a smile, and jumped off the building with his hands in his pockets.

The man landed lightly on the ground, and approached Drayan.

"You really want to fight me, boy?" — He took off his orange hood, revealing his face.

The smiling man looked five years older than Drayan, and he had a horizontal scar across his nose.

"Come on boy. Kill me. Kill the awesome Fluo. I'm right here in front of you. Kill if you can." — The man called 'Fluo', opened his arms in front of Drayan, while smiling like a madman.

"Damn you!"

Drayan clenched his fists and punched Fluo's face.

But Drayan was so weak, his punch didn't even graze his face.

"What a rubbish punch. Let me show you a real man punch's!" — Fluo punched Drayan's stomach.

Drayan lowered his head, vomiting an insane amount of blood.

"Hahahaha! What fun! Let's see boy how long can you take being spanked!"

Drayan glared at Fluo, huffing with rage, he clutched his stomach with his hands.

With a smile on her face, Fluo began to slaughter Drayan. Punch to the face, knee to the stomach, kick to the ribs, elbow to the nose. Drayan began to receive several blows, in a row, without pause.

Punch and more kick, kick and more punch. Blood flowed from his body, but Drayan was still on his feet. He was dizzy, but he refused to fall.

"You're a tough one, huh!"

Seeing that Drayan wouldn't fall, Fluo kicked Drayan's shin to make him stumble. Drayan landed on his back on the asphalt.

"Now that's going to be fun!"

Fluo began to use her fists to smash Drayan's face, once, twice, eight, thirteen, twenty times. Drayan took twenty punches to the face while lying on the ground.

His broken nose began to bleed, Drayan was being cruelly beaten. Fluo's fists were wet with blood.

Fluo used her foot to step on Drayan's face.

"A Shit like you has to be trodden like trash." — Fluo used the heel of his foot to smash Drayan's face.

"I'm going to kill you, you can be sure of that..." — Drayan was grinding his teeth in rage.

Drayan's green eyes were filled with immense hatred.

"Are you still alive? If you're alive, you can do a job for me. How about that? I'll let you live, and you help me kill a level-modified creature."

"The only creature I'm going to kill in a horrible way is going to be you, you better remember that..."

Swallow your fucking pride and be my whore who will do whatever I want! Got it, damn it?!"

Fluo kicked Drayan's face.

Drayan bit his lip.

"I understand..." — Drayan accepted.

"Well done, boy. Now get down on your knees and bow to me." — Fluo pointed the his finger at the floor.

"Right..."

Drayan used the little strength left in his body to bow his head to Fluo.

"Kiss my feet."

Drayan's eyes widened upon hearing such a request, however...

"Right..."

Drayan kissed Fluo's feet.

"Well done, you are a good slave."

"Yes, I'm a good slave." — Drayan lifted his head and smiled.

Smiling, Drayan made a promise in his heart.

*I broke my promise again... But I promise for real this time, this will be the last time I bow my head to anyone. This will be the last time I will be humiliated like this. But for me to never bow to anyone again, and for no one to humiliate me again, I need to be stronger. I promise that I will be the strongest human in this world, no, better yet, I will be the strongest human that ever existed, in any world.*

*You will regret letting me live, Fluo. Get ready, you're going to be my whore one day.* — Drayan continued to fake a gentle smile, but inside, he cursed Fluo.