Whipping

Meanwhile, Leah and the others were rescuing villagers from one hut to the next. Some were still alive, while others were brutally murdered. Women and children were mostly kept alive, while most men were killed by the bandits.

"Shh, I can hear her bandits, and there appear to be three of them inside," Leah spoke as the trio moved into position to apprehend the bandits as soon as possible.

Leah smashed the door open, followed by Lucas, Harry, and Alisha. They noticed bandits chatting casually on the bed with women.

Before they realized who had smashed the door, Lucas Mace had already smashed one of the bandits' heads into a pulp.

The other two bandits stood up quickly while swinging their blades towards Lucas, but only to get blocked by Harry's shield.

Two air slashes quickly separated their heads from their bodies while Alisha went to check on the people who were in the house.

"Two women and one child remain alive, while two men have been killed," Alisha reported while Leah's mood turned sour.

The majority of the villagers were discovered dead in their homes, leaving only a few survivors.

"We should have arrived much sooner." Leah sighed as Alisha approached her and asked, "Do you think Aizel will be okay?"

"I don't know about him, but I'm sure the others will enjoy their time with him," Leah said while giggling.

*****

It was nighttime, and the bandits, who were enjoying themselves and chatting without any tension, suddenly found themselves in front of a mysterious man with a whip.

"Who, Aizel..*Hiccup* Who the fuck you are asshole?" The thinnest bandit said while taking out his saber.

"Look at this kid, hehe, thinking like he's some kind of hero or prince, hehe..*hiccup*..who the fuck do you think you are, acting all high and mighty." The baldy said while he also took his sword while stumbling into his position.

They were so drunk that they couldn't even take their proper battle position.

"I am nobody, but you guys will remember me even in hell if it exists," Aizel said with a deep voice while walking towards them slowly.

He was not afraid of anyone right now. He wasn't thinking about magic, skills, or his emotional state. There was only one thought that kept running through his head.

How to make them suffer so much that they beg him to kill them.

"You fucker.." The baldy couldn't take it anymore as he ran straight towards Aziel with his sword.

The baldy stumbled and swung his sword, which Aizel easily avoided by sidestepping and placing his left leg in front of the baldy, causing him to trip on the floor.

The baldy fell on his face, and Aizel slashed his arm with his sword as he walked towards the other bandit.

The smallest bandit also ran furiously towards Aizel.

"You fucker, only I can cause baldy pain; how dare you..." Before he could finish speaking, Aizel punched him so hard that he flew toward the rest of the guys. His teeth were broken in half, and his jaw appeared to be dislocated.

Aizel dashed towards the other two before punching them in the face as well. They were so weak that it took less than a minute to take down four of them. Aizel has fought monsters such as Larisa, the frost wyvern, and the monkey king. These bandits were like an insect in front of them.

He grabs their ankles and drags them towards the baldy, who was screaming in pain while clutching his arm.

"Don't think you are going to die so easily; I haven't started yet," Aizel spoke with a cruel smile on his face. He ripped their clothes one by one before taking out the whip.

The bandits finally figured out what that whip was for.

*sob*... Please don't, I beg you." One of them started crying and begging.

"Don't you like having fun while being naked, beating children, and raping women? The night has only just begun, and we still have a long way to go." Aizel said while taking out the whip and started beating them with full force around their naked bodies.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhh...

Pleaseeeeeee donnnnn'tttt...

Saaavvveee meeee...

Mummmyyyyyyyyyyy....

Their cries could be heard throughout the village. The villagers who were imprisoned turned to look at Aizel, who was beating bandits like a monster. He was whipping them down repeatedly.

The whip slashed the air so quickly that it left quite a mark on their naked bodies.

Whip noises and bandit cries could be heard so far away that even Leah and others, who had just taken down the last bandits, noticed.

"Let's go. I don't want to miss this." Leah said with a cruel smile.

Aizel was whipping their bodies from every possible angle.

"You guys really like to use your bottom part. Let's give that a taste, shall we?" Aizel said, as he quickly grabbed their legs and started positioning them for a better angle.

"No, please ..*sob* please not there." The baldy spoke while looking like a dead corpse. His nose was running while his arm was bleeding.

"Why, isn't that the place that's going to make you scream the most?" Aizel said while starting to whip them again around their private parts.

nooooooooooooooo.....

ahhhhh.....

fuuuckkk.......

Pleaseeeeeee......

This time, the cries were the loudest. It appeared that there was a competition going on to see who could scream the loudest and longest.

Leah and the others arrived with the last of the villagers they had just rescued. Everyone noticed a single man whipping four naked people madly while laughing.

"What happened? Where did your manhood go? You were living like a king here, right? Why aren't you laughing right now? You'd have laughed and had a good time with those kids and women, right? You'd have had a good time killing the last man and the older adults, right?" Aizel said while whipping them again and again around their bum and private region.

When Aizel saw the state of those children, something inside him broke. He has never before cared for anyone. However, his time in this world has begun to shape him. He was beginning to build a new life for himself.

Despite the fact that the world's rules were different. Aizel discovered something good in Xelgar. He wanted to forget everything that had happened to him until he saw the children's condition.

That reminded him of his own childhood condition. The lives of total mistreatment and bullying.