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

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

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

The time for revenge has come... His sweet, gentle, perverse, immoral revenge. He hated the demon with an angelic look with every cell of his body. And it didn't matter how old she was and that unlike him before, she wouldn't be able to defend herself at the moment. He might have had some mercy if the girl had treated him in at least marginally acceptable way, had given him food and shelter, provided with healing medicines after her "training"... or at least had hidden her s.a.d.i.s.tic smirk during those sessions. Regrettably, she didn't. She is an evil sc.u.m who enjoys the pain of others (and the status of her victim had no importance for her, she gave Jean a hard time, too) as for her att.i.tude towards the slaves... It was kind of a h.e.l.lish mixture of racism and n.a.z.ism. She had obviously a lousy upbringing and such a spoiled person could and should be punished, beaten and humiliated in every way - maybe, it would somehow change her it for the better.

«Eeeenough! Let meee goo! It huuurts!» – The girl howled softly, whined in pain, mumbled something under her breath. n.o.body had ever treated her in such a rude way. Her head burned with fire as Kyon had almost ripped out her hair with his iron grip, and tears were drawing many wet paths on her smooth cheeks.

«Listen to me, b.i.t.c.h, I allow you to move but slowly and meekly, I forbid you to use the formation or resist me in any other way!»

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

Kyon rolled his eyes with contempt:

«Baby, I need your suffering, so that you could understand at least something with your little empty head; I want to give you a taste of your own medicine so that you felt with your own pretty skin what it was like for me.»

When he finished his speech, he gave her a sudden and heavy blow in the stomach, then in the ribs and in the side. He felt sorry to beat such a cutie in the face; it was against divine laws to spoil her looks, even he was afraid of the lightning from above. And also of Dinah. The effect would be about the same: he'd die a terrible death.

«Ooooh! Nooooo! Huuuurts! Stop hurting me!» – Juno howled, horrified by the new, painful sensation for her. Until that day, she was absolutely convinced that a slave had no right to avenge her because it was just as impossible as if the jacket she tore during the training wanted to take revenge on her.

«And when you ordered me to knock my teeth out? And when you gave me false hope of forgiveness and then almost killed me with the stick? You didn't think that it hurt me way more than it hurts you now, you little piece of s.h.i.+t?!» – the words of the enraged avenger poured out his outright hatred. He was not going to forgive her for that inhuman order - to knock out his own teeth just for the fact that she fell on him herself. Kyon grabbed her by the hair and punched into the solar plexus of his whimpering victim with all the power of the pure force concentrated in him, the impact of the blow sent her spinning aside.

The girl fell down in a coughing fit as the blow had left her out of breath, she curled up in a fetal position on the floor, making a barely audible moan. Tears were flowing from her big like emeralds eyes, but there was no sobbing inherent to little offended children, only almost inaudible whimpers, groans, howls, and coughing.

She had never given it another thought about what the things-slaves felt while she was killing them: beat them, broke their bones, crippled them. It was no concern of hers! There have always been people in power and lowlifes, with no value. But now that the worthless guy was beating her so bad, w.i.l.l.y-nilly she had to admit how tough it had been for her victims. However, she didn't care about them even then: after all, they were no people, just a piece of garbage. She felt sorry only for herself.

The vicious beating continued for about a couple of minutes. No matter what she said, no matter how much she begged, he didn't stop beating her, and at times, it seemed he only made it harder and more stringent. The girl was entirely covered with injuries of varying severity, lots of bruises appeared on her skin. All that was below her neck and approximately to the level of the pelvis was nothing but a punching bag for the heartless monster.

Juno could not resist, could not move or even scream loudly in pain. All that was left for her was to take the beating and get crushed by the one who existed only for that - how unfair it was! She thought that all he wanted was to finish off his offender. But the young girl wanted to live so much: she had just found the connection with her soul, was finally on her feet, started to develop herself, and her main dream to prove to everyone that she was better than her sister was about to come true, but it seemed that it was going to be her last night. Her eyes rained tears, but even then she didn't want to cry or revel in her grief anymore but to kill the hateful slave and get out of that terrible situation, but how?

«Please… Don't kill me…» – Until very recently so arrogant and self-important young girl was now moaning in a plaintive voice trembling from burning shame and humiliation.

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

«You're a complete idiot… Actually, I want to live, too! Not all slaves are as stupid as you, dim b.i.t.c.h, think.» – He rushed at the girl 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 from his effective fist workout rolled down his forehead, but his fatigue never matched the extraordinary delight in his actions. Probably, the world champion feels the same when he beats the world record.

The guy lifted the still charming but already pretty beaten and tear-stained n.o.ble young lady by the hair, held her beautiful face by the chin closer to himself and looked piercingly into the eyes:

«Well, I let off some steam. And now I want you to greet your master as befits a submissive slave, then I will stop beating you. Maybe.»

Juno, hung by her hair, suffered from a burning pain all over her body. She cringed into a lump, like a naughty kitten taken by the scruff after its dirty business, she covered her chest with one hand and her stomach with the other: she didn't want to be pounded again in those places.

The slave brazenly pulled her to himself and burned her with his dark like a moonless night eyes. He was looking at her arrogantly, with a dismissively haughty expression... No one had ever dared to look at her so presumptuously. The girl wanted to escape and then brutally kill her heinous torturer but alas - any slightest movement in her hanging position caused such a sharp headache that there were sparks in her eyes... She thought that she was only the unfortunate victim of evil fate and glaring injustice.

Kyon didn't like it at all that the girl kept looking at him without fear: she was already whining from pain and oppression, and her eyes had been watering for a long time, but there were still intense feelings of different nature in her eyes: the desire to kill, hate, perseverance, and resilience.

He rudely 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'd lost battles to such a fragile girl - it was hard to believe that such a seemingly innocent angel could torture someone in such a cruel way. Now she looked much more attractive, especially at the thought of the moment when with a wicked smile on her face, she kicked the helpless guy who couldn't even get up anymore.

Juno bit her lip from annoyance, everything inside her turned over from indescribable humiliation but even so - she was ready to endure that disgusting feeling as much as it was necessary because it was better than obey such a humiliating order. She'd rather die but never say the words compromising her honor! Not a word came from her mouth, she just threw a very eloquent and contemptuous glance at the guy, as if she were saying "no way."

Kyon frowned. Clearly, this little sc.u.m was not going to recognize him as her master. And it was terrible: if she didn't admit that immutable truth now, there was going to be a lot of heat and trouble from her disobedience, so it was essential to point the b.i.t.c.h to her place so that she'd finally understand who was the real master of her body and soul. And in general, she had to be grateful that his plans didn't include crippling or even more so killing such a valuable p.a.w.n. Only to cause pain, moral or physical - it didn't matter, he cared only that there were no visible consequences.

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

Any average person, seeing that someone could harm that charming angel would have angrily ripped such a monster to shreds. And grandfather Bai would have tortured him to the end of time so diligently that he, without a doubt, would regret having been born into the world.

Kyon, however, was adamant about his actions. Even more than that... He was ecstatic and excited. There it was, sweet revenge, rampant and intoxicating. As a punishment for her burning scornful looks, he again patted the girl by her long-suffering hair, slightly pulling it on his fist. New moans and sobs from the former mistress and now his slave, caressed the ears of the avenger more pleasantly than the ringing nightingale trills.

«You're quiet? Well, well... Then I will continue until you are dead.» – The inexorable torturer hissed a quiet threat, obviously lying.

He should not disfigure her, cripple and even more kill, by any means. After all, she was his only way up, obedient (well, well, not quite yet) and a vital tool. She had to give all of herself for his goals — time, will, and perhaps even the body. She deserved such a fate, it served her right.