The old man— Sebas entered the room without restraint, his steps ringing out the sound of his heels. From how he walked in so naturally, Stafan could not say a word.
Why was the butler from that house here? Why did he enter this room? Faced with a situation that he could not understand, the inside of Stafan’s mind became blank.
Sebas stood next to Stafan. And after looking at the woman who was lying beneath him, he turned his cold eyes in Stafan’s direction.
“Do you enjoy beating others?”
“What?”
The strange atmosphere prompted Stafan to immediately get up and reach for his clothes.
However, even before that, Sebas had already begun to move.
Slap. Such a sound rang out right by Stafan’s side and at the same time, his vision shook greatly.
A moment later, his right cheek grew hot and he could feel the pain spreading wildly.
He had punched him— no, he had been slapped across the face. Stafan finally managed to realize what had just happened.
“You bastard, doing something like—“
Slap. Again, Stafan’s cheek cried out in pain. And just like that, it did not stop.
Left, right, left, right, left, right, left, right—
“Shtaaalp!”
Stafan had always been the one who hit others but had never been struck himself. His eyes welled with tears.
He covered his cheeks with both hands while retreating backwards.
As if his cheeks had been burned, the pain slowly began to spread.
“Y-you bashtard! You shink you can get awhay vithe thish?!”
His swollen red cheeks throbbed every time he spoke.
“I can’t?”
“Of courshe not! You imbeshile! Who do you shink I am!”
“A fool.”
He easily closed the distance that Stafan had put between them and— Slap! Once again, Stafan’s cheeks burned.
“Shtaaahp! Please shtahp it!”
Stafan covered his cheeks like a child being scolded by his parents.
Although he liked violence, the people he beat on were always the ones who were powerless to resist. Even if he were to go up against Sebas, who looked like an old man on the outside, Stafan would be too scared to hit him. He could not when he had no guarantee that his opponent could not fight back.
As if he had understood what was inside Stafan’s heart, Sebas’ eyes seemed to have lost interest as they turned towards the woman.
“What a horrible thing you have done…”
Stafan ran past Sebas who had walked up next to the woman.
“Moron!”
Stafan’s head filled with heat. What a stupid old man.
He would call for the men in this building and teach him a lesson. Now that he has done something like this to him, he would never forgive him so easily. He would have him taste horrible pain and fear.
In his mind, he thought of the butler’s beautiful master.
The master was responsible for the errors of the servant. He would have them both take responsibility for this pain. He will make them realize who they had struck.
With such thoughts in his mind and his belly flopping up and down, Stafan ran outside.
“Hey! Ish anyone there?!”
He shouted in a loud voice. One of the employees should be coming soon.
However, he realized that his thoughts were betrayed after stepping out into the hallway.
It was quiet.
Quiet enough to feel as if the place was empty.
While naked, Stafan nervously looked around his surroundings.
The silence that lingered over the hallway— the strange atmosphere instilled fear into Stafan.
Looking to either side of him, there were many doors. It went without saying that no one would come out of them. A shop where people with special fetishes— even dangerous ones, visited often would be perfectly soundproof.
But there was no way that the employees could not hear him.
He had seen several employees back when he was ushered to his room. All of them had been rough-looking men and had splendid builds that an old man like Sebas could not compare with.
“Why ishn’t anyone coming?!”
“—because they are either dead or unconscious.”
A low voice responded to Stafan’s shouting. He hastily turned around and saw Sebas standing quietly.
“It seems there are a few inside… most of them are asleep.”
“T-thatsh’s not posshible! Just how many do you shink are here?!”
“…Three people who look to be employees, ten below. And there are seven people like you.”
What was he saying?
Stafan stared at Sebas with that kind of expression.
“For the time being, there is no one here who will come running to your aid. Even if they should regain consciousness, I destroyed their legs and broke their arms. They will have to crawl here like maggots.”
An expression of shock surfaced from Stafan’s face. He thought that it was impossible, but the strange atmosphere within the brothel made him realize that Sebas was speaking the truth.
“However, I do not feel the need to keep you alive. I will have you die here.”
He made no move to draw a blade or a weapon and merely approached in silence, seemingly unconcerned. Stafan feared that incredibly normal movement. He realized that Sebas was really going to kill him.
“Wait! Wait! I half a gooh proposhishon for you!”
“…It is difficult for me to understand you. Do you mean to say that you have a good proposition for me? Let me think… I am not interested.”
“Shen why are you shoing shomshing like thish!”
There was no reason for him to end up in a situation like this. Just what reason could there be for him to die? For the first time, Sebas was able to understand his thoughts.
“…Even when you think of everything that you have done thus far, you still do not know?”
Stafan tried to remember. Did he do something that he shouldn’t have?
Sebas sighed.