And on top of it was a naked man.
He looked to be well over his middle age. Due to a life of indulgence, his body was fat and unattractive.
Although his looks could have been passed off as barely average, the blubber on his face lost him points fast. Looking at him, anyone would think that this man was like a pig. Pigs were smart, charming animals that liked things that were clean. However, in this case, the pig was stupid and base, used as an insult.
His name was Stafan Hevish.
He brought down his raised fist— towards the mattress. The sound of hitting flesh rang out.
A look of euphoria rose to Stafan’s flabby face. It was because the sensation of crushing flesh was transmitted to his hand and he felt a quivering pleasure ride up his spine. His body then shivered.
“Ohhh…”
As he slowly raised his fist, it came away sticky with blood.
Stafan was lying on top of a naked woman.
Her face was swollen and her skin was dyed with red spots due to internal bleeding. The blood flowing from her crushed nose matted her face. Both her lips and eyes were swollen as well and her former attractive face was nowhere to be found. The bedding was discolored, the scattered blood staining the sheets.
The hands that had been raised in the air to try and protect her face now rested on the bed. The image of her hair sprawled out on top of the sheets made it look as if she was floating on water.
“Hey, what, you’re already done? Ahn?”
The woman no longer seemed to be conscious.
Stafan raised his fist and slammed it down.
Smack. The fist and the cheeks, along with the cheekbone inside, pain from the collision was also transmitted to Stafan’s hand.
“Che, it hurts!”
In a fit of rage, he struck again.
The bed creaked along with the sound of beating. The woman’s skin that was swollen like a ball split open and his fist became covered in blood. Fresh, sticky blood splattered onto the bed sheets and stained them in red.
“… …Uuu.”
Even though she was being beaten, the woman no longer moved and her body barely showed any reaction.
If this repeated beating continued, her life would be in danger. Even so, the reason that she was still alive was not because Stafan was controlling his strength. It was because the impact was absorbed by the mattress. If she had been beaten on the hard floor, she would have already been dead.
Stafan didn’t hold back his strength not because he knew this, but because there would not be any problems even if the woman were to die. If he just paid the cost to have her disposed, then everything would be taken care of.
In reality, Stafan had killed multiple women in this shop.
Since he had to paid the disposal fee back then, leaving his pockets lighter, perhaps he unconsciously held back the strength from his hands.
Stafan licked his lips as he stared at the woman’s unmoving face.
This brothel was the best place to fulfill a certain fetish. Something like this would never be allowed in a normal brothel. No, even if it was allowed, Stafan did not know of such a place.
He liked the days back when there were slaves.
Slaves had been considered property and those who had abused them had the tendency of inviting scorn. It was the same reason that people frowned upon those who squander away their fortune. But for someone like Stafan, who had a peculiar fetish, slaves were the easiest and only way for him to satisfy his lust. Now that they were taken from him, Stafan had no choice but to vent his lust in these types of places. What would he have done if he hadn’t known about this place?
Without a doubt, he would have been unable to endure it. He would have committed a crime and been arrested.
And the one who introduced this brothel to Stafan — though he had to make backroom dealings and use his legal influence for their benefit — he was truly grateful to his master, the noble whom he served.
“Thank you— master.”
A quiet emotion rose to Stafan’s eyes. Although it was hard to believe considering his nature and personality, at the very least, he felt a deep gratitude towards his master.
Only—
Fire rose from the inside of his stomach— anger.
It was his emotions regarding the girl who was the reason why he lost his slaves, his outlet for his lust.
“—that bitch!”
His face was dyed red in anger, his eyes were bloodshot.
The face of the royalty that he had to serve— of the princess, overlapped with the face of the woman he was on top of. Stafan gathered the anger building inside of him in his fist and brought it down.
With a smack, fresh blood splattered once more.
“How, refreshing, would, it, feel, to, mess, up, her, face!”
Over and over, he beat the woman’s face.
The inside of her mouth must have been split open by a tooth. An alarmingly large amount of blood trailed out from between her swollen lips.
The woman’s only reaction now was to twitch every time she was struck.
“—Haa, haa.”
After several hits, Stafan’s shoulders heaved and both his forehead and his body were wet with oily sweat.
Stafan looked down at the woman beneath him. Her appearance was now past the point of being hideous. She was half dead, no; her body was already a few steps deep in death’s mire. She was truly a puppet that had its strings cut.
Gulp. The sound of Stafan’s throat rang out.
Nothing excited him more than doing it with a battered woman. Especially if they used to be beautiful, the more beautiful they were the better. There was nothing that sated his sadism more than when he destroyed something beautiful.
“How good would it feel if I could mess her up like this?”
Stafan recalled the mistress of the residence that he had visited earlier. He remembered the arrogant face of the woman whose beauty rivaled that of this country’s princess, the one who was hailed to be the most beautiful.
Of course, Stafan knew that he could not do anything to a woman like her. The ones who took care of his cravings were the daily scraps of this brothel before they were disposed of.
A beautiful woman like her would be bought by a powerful noble for a huge sum and imprisoned in their domain as to not reveal their illicit trading.
“Just once, if I could beat a woman like that— beat her to death.”
If something like that was possible, how enjoyable and satisfying would it be?
Needless to say, it was an impossible dream.
Stafan looked at the woman lying beneath him. Her exposed chest was slightly moving up and down. Having confirmed this, his lips became wickedly twisted.
Stafan grabbed the woman’s chest, causing it to contort greatly in his hand.
The woman showed absolutely zero reaction. She could no longer react to a pain of this level. Currently, the only difference between the woman beneath Stafan and a mannequin was that she was soft.
Only that Stafan felt a small dissatisfaction over her lack of resistance.
Please don’t kill me
Please forgive me.
I’m sorry.
Please stop.
The woman’s screams were revived in Stafan’s mind.
Should he have raped her when she could still speak like that?
With the tiniest feeling of regret, Stafan continued to play with the woman’s chest.
Nearly all of the women who end up at this brothel, their minds were already broken and their hearts fled elsewhere. Looking at it that way, it could be said that Stafan’s partner for today was better than usual.