Content Warning (18+ only)
[[ Graphic violence, betrayal, implied rape, psychological torment, humiliation, revenge themes, disturbing flashbacks. This chapter contains heavy emotional and physical abuse. Read at your own risk. ]]
The axe was still falling.
WHOOOOOOSH—
One month ago…
The lord's mansion smelled like polished marble, expensive perfume, and hidden rot.
Reon wiped sweat from his forehead, arms burning as he carried another silver tray loaded with roasted meats and wine through the glittering halls.
He was only twenty-two.
Tall.
Sharp-eyed.
Calloused hands from a year of breaking his back here.
But inside? Fire.
"I'm gonna build my own village one day," he whispered to himself between steps. "No taxes choking the life out of people. No greedy nobles treating us like fuck-toys. Just free air. Real freedom."
That afternoon he finally knelt in the grand chamber.
"My lord… I've served you faithfully. My mother and sister are dying out there in the woods because of the taxes. Dad ran like a coward years ago. Please… let me bring them here. They'll clean, cook, scrub floors till their hands bleed. Just keep them safe under your roof."
Lord Alden leaned back on his throne-like chair, fat fingers sparkling with rings, that oily smile stretching across his face.
"Bring them, boy. Family should stay close… very close."
Reon's heart exploded with hope.
He ran the entire forest path that night like a madman.
"Mom! Leona! Pack everything! We're moving into the mansion! No more hiding from tax collectors, no more empty bellies!"
Marina — his mother, still stunning at forty-one, curves that age hadn't ruined, tired eyes lighting up for the first time in years — pulled him into the tightest hug.
"You did it, my strong boy…"
Leona, nineteen, innocent firecracker with the body of a goddess and the laugh that could melt steel, jumped on his back.
"Big brother is our hero! I'm gonna cook the best meals they've ever tasted!"
The first week? Pure heaven.
Leona's laughter filled the servant kitchens.
Marina looked ten years younger cleaning the halls.
Reon walked taller, dreaming bigger.
Until Arun Sudheer noticed them.
The noble's son.
Twenty-five.
Body carved like a fucking statue.
Face like an angel sent from hell.
He started with "accidental" brushes.
One evening in the narrow servant hallway, Reon watched from the shadows as Arun pinned Leona against the stone wall, big hand sliding slow under her short maid skirt, fingers digging into soft thigh.
"Such soft skin for a peasant whore…" Arun purred, breath hot on her neck. "Bet that tight little virgin pussy tastes even sweeter. I'm gonna stretch you till you scream my name instead of your brother's."
Leona trembled, tears already spilling.
"P-please, young master… I'm just a cook… don't…"
Reon stepped out, voice low and deadly sharp.
"Get your filthy hands off my sister, you sick fuck."
Arun turned, lazy smirk spreading.
"Jealous, dog? Want to watch while I break her in? Or maybe join? I don't mind sharing scraps."
Reon's fists clenched.
He almost swung right then.
But later that night, Lyra pulled him into the dark servant quarters, heart pounding.
"Babe… something's wrong. Arun keeps staring at Mom and Leona like meat. He touched Leona today. I swear he's planning something nasty."
Lyra — long black hair, body built for sin, lips that used to make him forget the world — smiled sweet and stroked his chest slow.
"You're overthinking again, baby. Nobles are always like that. Just keep your head down for me, okay? Play nice. I love you so much… don't ruin our future here."
She kissed him deep, tongue sliding in, grinding her hips against him like she meant it.
But her eyes? Distant. Hungry for something darker.
The creep turned into full nightmare.
Three days later Reon caught Arun "accidentally" walking in on Marina bathing the lord's children.
Staring at her full breasts while she tried to cover herself.
Commenting loud enough for everyone to hear, "Mature women like you know how to take a real man's cock. Bet you're still dripping wet thinking about it."
Reon confronted him in the garden that evening, fists clenched so hard his knuckles went white.
"You touch my family one more time and I'll—"
"You'll what, servant?" Arun laughed, two muscle guards stepping up behind him. "You're nothing. Your mother's mouth belongs around my dick. Your sister's tight holes are already mine. I'm gonna fuck them both in front of you while you watch and cry."
Reon almost swung.
Almost.
But Lyra pulled him back later that night, whispering sweet poison in his ear while riding him slow.
"Baby… just wait. Everything's gonna be fine. Trust me."
She lied with every moan.
That same night Reon couldn't sleep. He slipped out of bed and walked the dark corridors, trying to clear his head. He stopped outside Lyra's room when he heard voices.
Arun's low growl.
Lyra's soft, real moans.
He pushed the door open just a crack.
Arun had Lyra bent over the bed, pounding into her from behind.
Her back arched, tits swinging, face twisted in real pleasure.
"Harder… fuck me harder, Master Arun… your cock is so much thicker than his pathetic little thing…"
She looked straight toward the door and smiled while she came.
Reon's stomach twisted.
He backed away silently, heart pounding.
The final night — the night everything shattered — Reon was delivering late wine to the private wing.
Door cracked open.
Crying inside.
He pushed it.
And his soul died right there.
He saw Arun with his mother and sister in the worst way possible. Lyra stood right beside him, completely involved, holding the crystal recording orb and smiling like a demon who had just won the game.
Reon's world went red.
"WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK—?!"
Lyra's face flipped instantly into pure terror.
She dropped the orb, ran straight into his arms, sobbing loud enough for the whole mansion.
"REON! HELP ME! He forced me here! Said he'd kill me if I didn't help him! Please, baby, save us!"
But for one split second — Reon saw it.
The tiny, vicious smile behind the fake tears.
Arun pulled back, laughing loud.
"Perfect fucking timing, dog. Now the hero shows up."
Guards swarmed in from every door.
Reon roared and lunged at Arun, ready to tear his throat out.
But Lyra had already slipped the bloody knife into his belt hours earlier.
The recording orb only showed the last part — Reon bursting in furious.
Blood already on his hands from trying to cut Leona's ropes.
Lyra's performance? Oscar-worthy.
The lord arrived minutes later.
Looked at the scene.
Looked at his son's smirking face.
Looked at Reon.
Even Reon, in that sick moment, saw the doubt flash in the lord's eyes.
Did I… did I black out? Did I really—? No. Fuck no. But… everyone's looking at me like I'm the monster.
"Guards," the lord said, voice ice cold. "Take him."
Reon screamed the truth until his throat bled.
"They're lying! Lyra helped him! She was smiling! She's been fucking him behind my back!"
Nobody listened.
They beat him right there in front of his mother and sister.
Boots to the ribs.
Fists to the face.
Lyra watching the whole time, biting her lip like it turned her on.
By morning they dragged the broken family out into the cold night.
The long, pitch-black forest road to their old abandoned shack stretched forever.
No torches.
Just moonlight and terror.
Leona limped beside him, dress still torn, body shaking.
"I'm scared, brother… I can still feel his fingers inside me…"
Marina walked silent, eyes dead.
Reon kept them close.
"I'll fix this. I swear on my life."
Then—
SNAP.
A hand shot out of the darkness and grabbed Leona's wrist like iron.
She screamed bloody murder.
"NOOO— BROTHER!!! HELP ME!!!"
She was yanked into the bushes like a ragdoll.
Marina ran after her, voice cracking.
"LEONA! MY BABY!"
THUD.
Something heavy smashed into the back of Reon's skull.
Blackness swallowed everything.
And now…
Back in the jungle.
The axe still falling.
WHOOOOOOOSH—
Inches from his neck.
Reon's eyes snapped wide in pure animal terror.
His broken, piss-soaked, shit-covered body tensed for the final cut.
But deep inside his soul — something ancient, something void-black — finally woke up.
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