Chapter 77

Yegorka followed Kyon and Flitz to see the execution with his own eyes. He was having the time of his life, giggling uncontrollably, which was at odds with his high status.

«Gods! Will you keep your trap shut?» - Kyon finally lost it. The asshole was driving him nuts while he had to concentrate and find a way out.

«How dare you... I...» - Yegorka's eyes went dark with an urge to start bloodshed. - «I won't tolerate disrespect! Do you think I am your equal? You're nothing but a pathetic slave!»

«Shut up both of you, or I'll end your pathetic lives here and now.» - Flitz warned them ominously.

The three of them silently continued on their way.

At the familiar white building that smelled of medicine, Flitz turned into the nearest alley and went to the garbage container. He took Kyon by the collar, bent him over the container and grabbed his head.

«Are you going to behead me?» - It was all Kyon could say before sharp blades whizzed over him. With a blank look, he watched his black hair fall into the container.

«What… Not this… Not my hair!» - Kyon's breath caught in his throat. The skin on his head felt cool: he had really lost his precious hair…The heartless old brute pig! Flitz could as well cut off his arms.

When Yegorka saw the bald slave, he laughed like a hyena.

Flitz squinted and looked at Kyon suspiciously. «Had Juno removed your formation? I expected anything from her but not caring for you. The girl must have been feeding on mushrooms…» - He touched Kyon's forehead and made sure that the formation was still there. Well, she wasn't completely crazy after all.

Kyon touched his head as if hoping to find his hair. His eyes went blank. «How could you… My hair…» - It was like Flitz had cut off his soul.

The decrepit old man snorted in disdain. «It's no big deal… Anyway, I'd never have cut your hair on my own. Juno's order is my command. Your balls next. Stop whining and follow me. It won't hurt. But what do I know?»

«Let's make a deal! Juno won't check them, anyway! And I'll pretend that they don't exist! Sir, you have already ruined my life by shaving off my hair like a demon. Can you at least leave my precious ones?»

Flitz rolled his eyes. He hadn't met such demanding, arrogant slaves for a long time. «Zip your lip and forward march, private Kyon.» - He ordered and headed for the front door.

Yegorka bent over in half, dying of laughter.

Kyon got past the humanlike hyena and followed Flitz, ashen pale and disheartened. It would take him a couple of months to restore the testicles. But it was nothing compared to the very fact of their absence! It was a humiliation at god level, a violation of human rights!

The three of them went upstairs and entered the doctor's office.

Kyon remembered the place: Bilya, the dangerous carnivorous creature, lived there. Kyon could feel oppressive emptiness and tension in his chest.

The fat, unpleasant woman with deep-set eyes turned around and spoke in a nasty high-pitched voice:

«Uncle Flitz! My, my, you dared to come… Correction. You bothered to come! Are you concerned about your health?» - She asked hopefully.

«Fuck you! I am healthy like a bull, cough, cough…» - He coughed painfully, covering his mouth with his hand, which only made the plump woman smile. - «I forgot to bring the pies, but I brought someone for your shenanigans.» - Flitz pointed to Kyon, who was standing behind him. Bilya's lips stretched in a predatory, sinister smile as she saw the familiar pale boy. «How are you doing, sweetheart? Does anything bother you below the tummy? How did you find the Evilball?»

Kyon remained indifferent and silent, feverishly thinking of a follow-up action plan.

The handsome blond teen came inside. «Hello, Aunt Bilya!» - Yegorka smiled at her.

«Yegorka! My dear! Hello! Long time no see.» - The doctor smiled benevolently.

«How is Butuzik doing in the Fat sect?»

«Oh, he's fine. Your friend is getting stronger with each day. I see you don't fall behind.» - The big woman patted Yegorka on his blond hair.

Then she looked threateningly at Flitz. «What do you want from me? Shall I inject him Evilball again?»

«Nothing of the kind. Remove his testicles. I know you like it. You will do it for the pure pleasure of the procedure, that is free of charge...» - The tone in Flitz's voice brooked no argument. He went to the window, took out his pipe and smoked. His dreary glance was away with the pixies. Someone was about to be castrated... He couldn't care less.

Kyon got even paler. They were talking about his vital organs like it was a tooth that should be removed.

Bilya grumbled for the sake of decency:

«What? You said I like it? What are you talking about? Uncle Flitz, that's how little you think of me…» - Bilya went on ranting as she approached the shelf with the surgical instruments.

Yegorka's smile acquired a demonic shape. «Ha-ha-ha! Off with his balls! Aunt Bilya, can you do it with a dull scalpel? He deserves it, I assure you. I am Butuzik's best friend. I will be grateful to you for understanding.»

The sadist mentally praised him. She was looking for the dull scalpel herself. However, she pretended to be indignant:

«Yegorka, why are you so evil? This operation is done only with sharp scalpels. You'd better tie him up over there. The stronger, the better.» - She pointed to a special chair with sturdy straps without looking that way.

Meanwhile, Flitz let out a couple of smoke rings. He was feeling lonely and depressed.

Yegorka grinned mischievously and slowly approached the slave. A nobleman like him should not gloat over filthy scum. But...

«Come on. I won't let myself get off easy. You have insulted me, and I will make you regret that you were born into the world. And now…» - He took great pleasure in taunting Kyon.

Kyon cautiously looked at the rusty scalpel that Bilya was meticulously examining, licking, tasting, smacking her lips. He started feeling dizzy and turned his eyes at Flitz, who was sitting at the window, downhearted. Flitz didn't give a damn about what was going on around him... Something else tormented him... Something else... Oh, shit! Kyon didn't need a supermind to guess! Of course! Marina told him a dozen times about their life together and what place she occupied in the old man's heart! There it was, a ray of hope! The hope for his sacred balls!

Kyon rushed headlong to Flitz, but Yegorka quickly grabbed him by the wrist.

«Where do you think you're going?»

Kyon painfully gritted his teeth and yelled:

«Flitz, I know where Marina is!»

The old man was still looking blankly in the window when his pipe fell out of his hands, the ashes scattering on the floor with bright sparks. A second... Another one... A third… A tenth... What had he just heard? Was he hearing things? The last two weeks had been a nightmare. Flitz was in pain, suffering mentally and physically, looking for Marina everywhere. He had to take time off from work. Ulcers had developed all over his senile body from excessive stress. His mind refused to accept that the meaning of life had disappeared. Marina was a real beauty, a goddess for Flitz, but he preferred to express his love only in sex. He could have proposed to her, but it meant having to act as a husband: to heed to her requests, change his cruel attitude and stop raping her, give her the right to express herself and listen to her opinion. Flitz doubted that he could live like this. That's why he treated her like a maid that would do anything that her master wanted. In fact, he had been head over heels in love with his maid for a long time.

Flitz wondered if she had left him for a handsome young man or if someone had kidnapped her and locked her up. He couldn't track Marina down. Either someone had destroyed the formation, or the signal was blocked (by some powerful barrier, for example). Anyway, Flitz did not lose hope and kept looking for Marina day after day. His heart was aching from the devastating thought that he would never see her again, never kiss his darling on the lips, they would never become one again. His mind darkened with black depression so unbearable that it was slowly driving him into the grave. The goal he had pursued to recover his seed and have babies with Marina was gone. And out of the blue, the slave, that must have long been dead, said he knew where his precious girl was. Flitz couldn't believe his ears. He would sooner think that he had finally lost his mind from grief and was now hearing voices.

Kyon kept shouting the same again and again, but Flitz didn't seem to hear him. His strange behavior filled Kyon with despair. He didn't want to be neutered like a stray dog.

Kyon wished he could wring Yegorka's neck. The jerk was roughly fastening him to the chair, giggling wickedly all the time. If Yegorka were to tie Juno up, his moves would be more gentle than a breeze. Now his every touch was going to turn into a bruise... What a sick bastard! What did Kyon do to him? Insulted him? No, he didn't. Yegorka wanted to finish him off twice before that. Maybe in this world, everyone wanted to kill him? It was high time to invent a gun to make them all equal...

Bilya approached the slave with a rusty scalpel in her hands and an impatient nasty smile on her lips.

«Enough crying, honey. I'm an old hand at this! As the saying goes: good riddance, right? Haha!»

Flitz snapped out of his stupor and finally asked quietly:

«What did you say?»

Kyon desperately shouted again:

«I said I know where Marina is! But if she cuts my balls, I will carry this secret to the grave with them!»

Yegorka barked:

«Shut the hell up, piece of trash! You are about to lose your balls, and all you're talking about is Marina! You'd better pray for mercy!» - Yegorka was overexcited before the unsightly scene. He couldn't wait to see the hated slave suffering, to revel in his grief and blank stare.

As for Bilya, she was trembling with anticipation so much that she couldn't breathe. She pulled the lever to spread Kyon's legs wide apart.