Book Three – Chapter Eleven – Part Nine – Shattering the Collar

“Those things you said are what I do to the people who have wronged me, and I am familiar with those techniques… But... I did not do anything to hurt Momo. I have problems with Humans, not Demi-Humans.” Sakdu spoke slowly, thinking of the words he wanted to say as his mouth moved. He chose not to reveal how he had forced Momo to believe her friend was dead by presenting her with a decapitated head. Telling the truth would worsen the suffering, and lying would achieve the same thing.

“But you just begged me, a Human, to save your friend. I find that a little bit hypocritical considering you have a problem with us. Maybe it’s sweet that you’d forgo your revenge to save the life of an Elf. But still... do you really think I’ll believe the words of a man who has his fangs in nearly every part of the world? It’s no surprise to me that the Mafia is something of a legend. To be honest, I’m impressed with it. But…”

“But…?”

Servi turned around, facing away, and emotionally threw her hands in the air. “How could such an organization thrive under such shitty leadership?!” She turned around. Her eyes rolled as if she was annoyed, but her erratic mannerisms suggested the opposite. “You had the perfect drug to spread your tendrils all over this shitty world, and right when you have power, you stop and bring the entire goddamn Mafia to Arcton? All to just kill a single man? You really gave up global power for that? Why didn't you slowly spread Monotonia throughout Canary? The slums there are the perfect spot to set up a little base. And do you think Fisher would even recognize your sorry ass? I think you said it's been a decade? For fuck's sakes, man, you went about this the entirely wrong way. Just how stupid are you?"

Roger and Sakdu stared with open mouths and wide eyes. Anxious sweat salted their cheeks and chins.  Why would the odd girl in front of them chastise them for...not living up to her devious expectations?

“I probably know deep down that you didn’t do a damn thing to her,” Servi said. She slowly walked towards Sakdu while twirling her nadrium knife. His large eyes followed the blade, and beads of sweat flooded down his concerned face. “But I can’t be sure you didn’t. I mean, I don’t yet have the power to go back in time and verify it for myself. As far as I’m concerned, you did rape my best friend. You did beat the shit out of her. You did put her through unimaginable torture because you thought I wouldn’t reach you.

“And guess what?” Servi closed her eyes for a second and took a breath. “Whatever I believe you did to my best friend is what I will do to you. To start, I suppose I’ll make good on the threat I made earlier. I do hope you’re hungry, Roger.”

Servi stabbed her knife into the cloth of Sakdu's underwear. “Whatever sins you have committed in the past are catching up to you. I just want you to know that before we get to the main event,” she said. It was as if all the scales on his body shook with fright for what came next.

“Wait!! I didn’t do anything. I didn’t!!!”

Servi dragged her knife down, cutting his undergarments and revealing his rather large member to the only three that were present. As a Kobold, it was only natural they had sizable reproductive organs to suit the female members of their kind, who regularly reached a height above two meters.

The knife neared his flaccid, uncut glans, which was far thicker and larger than the outstretched palm of an adult male. Like the rest of his body, except for his legs and hands, which had patches of pale skin and brown fur respectively, it was covered in green scales.

“PLEASE, DON’T!!!!” Roger screamed, his red earrings clashing against his shivering, pointy ears. “TAKE MINE! DON'T—”

“There we go!” With the smallest amount of effort, her blade sliced through the head of Sakdu's manhood. Thick and engorged, it fell accompanied by his primal screams. Servi took one look at her bloody dagger and threw it in the pit because it was soiled. Using Telekinesis, she floated the severed gland to Roger’s face. “Eat it,” she commanded. Roger wanted to cry, but he was afraid of what would happen if he opened his mouth. Servi had a plan to fix that, of course, but she only held the separated piece of reproductive meat against Roger’s nose with an invisible force. He had no choice but to breathe in the sweaty musk of his beloved companion, and his response was a pathetic whimper.

Just then, the large piece of meat wiggled down his face and onto his lips. Roger was still distracted by the lingering pain in his abdomen, so he was just barely keeping consciousness, and the smell didn't help in that department. The sweat pouring from his forehead moistened his lips, which carried the awful taste of that thing pressing against his face.. Against his will, the flavor slowly found a way to his tongue and taste buds.

“AAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!! IT HURTS!!!!!!” Sakdu’s screams didn’t make it easy for anyone but Servi to concentrate. Though in the situation they found themselves in, concentrating was a monumental task in itself.

“Hey, I don’t think you have any right to be crying after the pain you put her through!!! But I do know of a way to shut you up. Here, taste the fruit of your labors.” Servi grinned and poked around her ring.

A sudden pink pill emerged from nothingness and flew into Sakdu’s gaping mouth. He must’ve not noticed it, but a few seconds later, his entire demeanor changed. But it was preceded by a desperate cry for help.

“You know what? I’m feeling a bit generous. You know these pills...” Servi took out a second Monotonia and held it in front of Sakdu’s large, alligator-like eyes. She watched his pupils dilate to an unnatural degree. The huffs of pain slowly turned into moans of pleasure.

Even Sakdu’s large body fell victim to the cursed drug in a short amount of time. If anything, the effects worked better on Kobolds and taller Koena because they had more blood than the average person. It gave the body more time to properly utilize everything the pill gave.

Servi turned back to Roger for a moment to taunt him with a pill, then turned back when she heard something. “Hahaha!!! When the blood rushes, it really fuckin’ rushes, doesn’t it?”

The pill turned pain into pleasure, which manifested in the form of penile erections in men. It all dealt with the arteries relaxing. That allowed blood to rush into the organ, and the blood ended up being trapped by pressure.

Sakdu had nothing to trap the blood that rushed to his manhood. The end result was a fountain of blood expunging from where his glans would be. “Ah, you know what? What better way for you to die than literally pleasuring yourself to death? And you, Roger, I’ll force you to watch that! I won’t give you the satisfaction of dying as easily as him.”

A quick use of Telekinesis later, Servi began stuffing what Pink Monotonia she had down Sakdu’s big mouth. When she raided that base a few days ago, she made sure to swipe plenty of those infernal drugs just in case she needed them.

She couldn't think of a better way for the Mafia's leader to die.

“I guess even the big, bad boss isn’t a match for this little devil, huh?” Servi stared at one of her last remaining pills and plopped it into the begging mouth in front of her. She didn’t keep an exact count, but she estimated the pathetic mess in front of her had swallowed a bit over 250 of those infernal things.

Servi whipped out a broadsword from her ring and held it like a baseball bat, with the flat side out. She smashed his chest, and he only felt like pure, unadulterated pleasure. The blood rushing to his member increased, showering even more crimson to shower the ground. Next, she took her sharp weapon to the large, dangling sack near his crotch. After only a few quick stabs and cuts, Servi completed her very first orchiectomy, having cut off his testicles. Sakdu moaned like a whale in heat and released a large amount of white goop. It was followed by another steady stream of blood, but it did slow down only a tad bit. Someone of his size had about ten or fifteen liters of blood flowing through his body.

But instead of weeping in pain, he only moaned and shouted for more pleasure. His mind was so far gone that he begged a Human to give him something as primitive as more pleasure. He even referred to her as ‘mistress,’ which signified he knew he was below her on the totem pole of status and nobility.

Finally, Roger just couldn't take it anymore. When the torturer took a sword to Sakdu’s neck and made a pair of parallel lines, he had no choice but to speak up. “STOP!!! DON’T HURT HIM ANYMORE!! SAKDU, FIGHT AGAINST IT!!! REMEMBER YOUR HATRED!!! MAFI? FIA? REMEMBER YOUR FAM—HHHMMMPHAHAHA!!!!” Before he could finish his words, his mouth became overstuffed with his friend’s man meat. His jaw had to overstretch to accommodate for the size, resulting in it breaking.

The very definition of disgust assaulted him from the inside. Vomit started the trek from his stomach to his mouth, but the main entrance was obviously blocked. With no way to go but his nose, a vile green mess poured down his upper lip. Most of it went down into his mouth, which only further empowered the awful stench and taste.

Like an infinite cycle, vomit beget vomit. The only way out was to bite and chew, but could Roger struggle up the willpower to essentially eat part of his companion? He shook his head left to right, up and down, trying to use the power of momentum to push it out. The earrings on his pointy ears noisily banged against his head. Black hair, wet with anxious sweat, inadvertently became tangled, meaning he pulled more than a few strands of hair during his pitiful attempt to struggle.

Meanwhile, Sakdu’s body became sickly. His green scales looked feeble and weak, not at all vibrant and proud, which was the case only half a day before. The blood poured out of his groin like a leaky faucet. His lungs cried for more oxygen while his mouth begged. “Mistress Servi, please! More pain!!! Please, hurt me!!!”

“How the mighty have fallen. You’re so fucking pathetic, Sakdu. You’re begging a Human, a fucking Human, to hurt you. All that hate and anger you had stored up was only a decoy. You were nothing but a masochistic little shit stain who can’t stand up to an itty, bitty pill. Tell you what, if you give me permission to kill your boy toy, your mistress will do whatever you want. I'll give you all the pain, but it means you have to admit that you never had it in you to do what you wanted. It'll also mean you're nothing but a fucking failure who submitted himself to a lowly Human... And it means your pathetic war to kill a single man will die with a whimper...”

“DO IT!! WET THE GROUND WITH HIS BLOOD! GIVE ME WHAT I WANT!!!” Sakdu shouted, his eyes nearly circling to the back of his head. An ugly foam started to pour from his mouth as he shook and shivered with the pleasure assaulting his body.

Roger cried when he heard Sakdu give his permission for Servi to take his life. The torturer only laughed, pointing a taunting finger at Roger.

“HAHAHAHAHA!!! How does it feel to be betrayed for a fucking pill?! HUH?!?! ARE YOU HUMILIATED?! YOU WANNA FUCKING CRY ABOUT IT?!?!?! You deserve this, you fucking fuck! You deserve all of this and more... This is going to be the last thing you see before you die, so ETCH IT INTO YOUR FUCKING MIND!!!!” Servi slapped Roger on top of his head and turned to Sakdu.

Since he had given Servi permission to harm Roger, she needed to give the Kobold what he desired. A few seconds later, twenty thick fingers floated right by Roger's eyes. Standing back to admire her work like an artist would, Servi didn’t like that part of Sakdu’s left elbow was a tad longer. She remedied that by cutting his entire left arm off. The pain disguised as pleasure was enough to top him off. He sent a tremendous blast of thick semen barreling through the air. She sidestepped it, of course, since she didn't want any of his putrid bodily fluids on her. She didn't mind the smell, because there was no smell. True Immortality was certainly working to ensure only the freshest of air entered her nostrils. Itarr was there as well, working hard to absorb the nasty scents. Servi then delivered what would be the final blow.

She steadied her sword arm, raising the soiled blade until it pointed at the sun, and sundered off the rest of Sakdu’s manhood from where it started. The pillars, the stones, everything was gone, and it messily slapped against the ground.

“AAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!” he cried as the life left him. His chest vibrated, and his passionate cries for pleasure ended like a flick of a switch. Crimson poured out of the large opening between his legs, draining the beast of the last of his blood.

But it wasn’t his blood loss that forced a once-proud father to meet his end. It was an exploding heart brought on by an absurd amount of pleasure. It was simply too much for Sakdu's heart to take. It couldn’t take the rapid beating. In his final second alive, his heart had throbbed so fast and hard it touched his rib. That glancing brush contained enough pressure to tear a hole so tiny that usually wouldn’t be a severe problem if treated fast enough, but with so much blood rushing around his body, that was all it took. It was like taking a bag of pressurized air and folding it over and over. Then once an incision was made, everything would shoot out.

The same principle applied to Sakdu’s heart. Even though she hadn’t received a red soul yet, it wouldn’t be long.

“NOOOOOO!!!!! SAKDU!!!! SAKDU!!!!!!! DON’T DIE ON ME!!!!!! WAKE UP!!!!” Roger screamed with a mouth full of tiny green scales and little white fragments. They poured out the sides of his mouth on an thick river of red.

Roger even sacrificed his pearly whites, which were crushed and worn down by the tough scales, to scream out the name of his friend. He had fought through the humiliation of his sudden snack, but his willpower couldn’t be underestimated.  It was a tearful scene, for sure. Water continuously leaked down his eyes when Sakdu finally stopped moving.

Servi undid the invisible force keeping Sakdu bound and did little to ease his sudden fall. His face landed right in his own pile of spunk. She turned her sword so it laid flat and scooped him up like a pizza. She walked over to the 3,000-kilometer deep 'oven' and simply threw her sword away. The trash it carried went with it.

“SAAAAKKKDDDDUUUUUUUUU!!!!!” shouted the Elf. That was the final straw for Roger before his anger, misery, and fear combined and flooded his mind. The angry Elf had risen through the Ranks of Warden, with Sakdu, until he acquired the Instant Cast ability, meaning he only had to say the name of a spell or an ability to use it. His mouth moved as fast as he could, uttering the name of his most destructive skills. Three Greater Fireballs appeared overhead, their fierce glow highlighting his murderous gaze. He sent them off towards their target while preparing Earth Lance. The ground beneath Servi bubbled up, a prelude to what he thought would be her death. The flaming fireballs reached her first, and Servi swiped them away with a flick of her wrist as if they were a fly. She had done it so quickly the fire didn't have even a chance to burn her shirt. Roger thought she was distracted, so he had the Earth Lance burrow up from the ground. Its point was aimed right at Servi's chin, yet when it smashed into her she only scratched her head in confusion.

"Was that supposed to hurt? Because it didn't..." Servi grasped the spear's shaft and applied some downward force. She stepped back and let go, watching the spear fly into the sky. When it reached a certain distance, the ground stopped bubbling and the spear was cut off from its source. The momentum it carried sent it flying through the air, and Servi jumped after it. As she fell back to the ground with Feather Fall, she examined the weapon all over. In her amateur eyes, it seemed like a decent weapon, and since it was the product of a skill, it was almost always available. When she reached the ground, she chucked it into the abyss beyond her.

Servi sighed, telekinetically picking up the remaining piece of Sakdu’s lower sausage. She used it to slap Roger’s face, filling his eyes with tears and leaving dried, white goop on his cheeks. It didn’t accomplish her goal of shutting him up, so she stuffed his mouth with it. Most of the blood had squirted out, meaning it wasn’t as large as it used to be, but it worked perfectly fine as a makeshift gag. "Oh no, how will you ever attack me if you cannot speak?" Servi mocked the delirious Elf. She walked back and forth through the air using Air Step platforms to bypass puddles of blood and semen. Like hell would she ever step in those gross piles. All that was left was Roger and Carrie, and Servi wanted to take care of the former first. But to do that, she spent a few minutes thinking of the best way to evaporate what little fighting spirit the Elf had left.

When death was at hand, it was said that a person’s mind forces them to relieve their life from beginning to end. For those who lived a good life with many friends, it was impossible to ask for something better as a final farewell. For those who lived a life of sin and lust, such remembrance only served to infuriate them, demanding they register all of the wrongs they’d committed.

In the case of a curious Kobold named Sakdu, he experienced none of that. There was no flash montage of him growing up, finding love, and becoming a father to a lovely child. It wasn’t that it didn’t exist—it did—his battered psyche only ignored it in favor of something else.

The green-scaled Kobold with a missing tail stood alone in a crater of gray. The sky looked gray, the air tasted gray, and the floor felt as hard as gray.

It was all ashen gray for as far as the eye could see, with the only color being Sakdu. That only accounted for his body, considering he wore a gray shirt and gray pants, which were his work clothes he wore when he once tended to the fields. He blankly stared, looking up and to the left and right.

Where was he to go? What would he do? Before he could open his mouth, a beautiful wooden rope fell from the sky, landing a few meters in front of him. With a goal in sight, he stomped his massive legs and feet while walking over to it. He didn’t know why, but he felt the strongest urge to stand over it, and that was what he did.

One foot stood on the east side, and the other the west. Did his two feet represent his life? There were so many questions fluttering around in his mind that he found it hard to concentrate.

His eyes registered a scant motion from his left. It was the rope. A partial bit had torn off and maneuvered like a snake, turning gray in the process. It divided into two, then split again like it was a collection of cells.

Before long, he watched as his wife and daughter eventually took form.

“What is this?!” he growled, speaking for the first time. The air he breathed out when uttering those words gave life to the wooden forms of his late family. The brown color faded away, revealing their true colors.

His wife, Mafi, was smaller than he was. A soft blanket of long black hair warmed her head. The scales on her arm were the same color as her daughter's and husband’s, but they were more numerous and tinier. A gray apron hid her modest gray clothing, which themselves worked together to disguise her curvy figure adorned with emerald-like scales. Brown fur covered her palms and legs, leaving a few green shields to protect her feet and toes.

She had her hands on Fia’s shoulders. The young Kobold was nearly the spitting image of her father, except she shared her mother’s black hair. Instead of wearing clothing more suited to her age, however, she had on the same apron as Mafi. Of course, the size had been shrunk down to accommodate her little body.

The mother and daughter pair also had full tails, something Sakdu didn’t have anymore.

Fia's bright eyes stared with wonder and a sense of longing at her father. She tilted her head up, staring at her mother from underneath.

“Welcome home, dear,” Mafi spoke in a gentle voice. That was something Sakdu had wanted to hear for a long time.

“Daddy!!!” Fia shouted. Her thick tail shook with such intensity that it could form a tornado.

Once they had said their lines, Sakdu saw movement from his right. Once again, a few strands of rope had torn off and were in the process of forming something. That something, however, turned out to be a full-fledged torture chamber. It had all the essentials for draining the life out of someone: a bed of sharp knives, spikes hanging from the sky, a wall of swords and axes. It even had an iron maiden the size of Sakdu. Left open, he felt the terror those thousands of nails could cause. Each one pulsed dim blue light, meaning they were all coated with nadrium. Suddenly, it slammed shut, causing him to jolt with anticipation.

The scales of a Kobold stood no chance against them.

The whole right side of the gray void was full of danger, yet Sakdu found it hard to avert his gaze. His mouth became dry, his eyes felt heavy, and he couldn’t stop fiddling with his fingers or toes. An odd feeling welled up from his crotch, distracting him from his beloved family.

“Dear, don’t you miss us?” Mafi asked. She placed a hand to her heart and spoke from the soul. Her husband and father of her child found it hard to concentrate on her pensive voice. He looked to the rapidly expanding number of torture devices, which showed no sign of stopping. It seemed that a new instrument of pain was created with every passing second. The wooden guillotine, in particular, made the broken Kobold feel something strange.

“Daddy, we can finally be a family again. In here, we don’t have to worry about anything hurting us. It’s just gonna be me, you, and mama,” Fia said. Her adorable face stared at her father, who kept turning his head left to right.

“My love,” Mafi spoke with more conviction in her voice. “Your daughter and I have watched you ever since that horrible night. We felt the pain you felt. We cried when you cried. We were angry when anger flowed through you. And now? It’s over. You don’t have to keep hurting yourself for the sake of revenge! Sakdu, please come back to us!!!” A few tears leaked out as her heart tore into two. Sakdu was her one and only! They had pledged themselves to each other.

Perhaps Sakdu knew he was about to meet his end. The choice he had before him was solely meant to mark the end of his life by giving him one last chance to place faith in something.

Would it be family or pleasure? Love or lust? Would he choose something he had yearned for a decade over something he had known for less than an hour?

In his final moments, Sakdu’s mind wasn’t with the trembling face of his daughter, who loved her father dearly. Nor was it with his wife, with whom he shared many passionate nights while trying to conceive Fia. He only had eyes towards the pleasure only a devilish pill could bring forth. It was powerful enough to erase all sensibilities and desires. Even the value of familial love was powerless against its seductive lure.

It offered an easy way out of a horrible life by promising to turn all pain into something everyone desired. Violent emotions like revenge and hatred put up a good fight, but in the end, it all succumbed to the pill that shouldn’t have existed.

With his back turned towards his family, Sakdu made his choice and walked towards the deadly iron maiden. It seemingly called his name in a seductive voice only he could hear. As he grew ever closer, red light covered the area above the dangerous object. When it faded away, it left behind a present. Sakdu nearly had tears in his eyes when he realized it was the spitting image of his beloved mistress. Her statue was floating in the air, and it was of her sitting with her legs crossed. His choice was even more clearer now, so how could he have chosen anything else?

Mafi turned Fia away from the vile sight. She pulled away from her mother, raising her little scaly arms to the broken man only meters away. “Daddy! Please, come with us! I miss you!!! I miss you a lot!!! We have the chance to be a family again!!! I know that’s what you wanted!!” Her black hair danced all around her head. She shouted and shouted, thrusting her arms in a chance to get away from her mother.

“FIA, DON’T!!!” Mafi tried to rush after her daughter, but her grey apron tripped her legs.

Fia’s pitter-patter of her little feet echoed in the gray void around them. She crossed over the rope, which stood as a decisive barrier for the final choice Sakdu would make. Even with a child's athletic ability, she expertly crossed over a bed of nails and ducked under the long needle sticking out of thin air. She whipped and maneuvered across violent instruments of death until she came across Sakdu's imposing figure. Her little lungs puffed and huffed, sending much-needed oxygen through her bloodstream. Sweat dripped down the green scales covering her adorable face. “Daddy, come with Mommy and me! Please!!!” When she reached him, her arms pounded his back.

The large Kobold stared at an iron maiden that mirrored his body exactly. Oh, he could only tremble at the number of sharp nails waiting to puncture his chest and impale his crotch.

From behind, Mafi shouted and begged with a tearful voice for her daughter to turn away. “HE’S NOT YOUR FATHER, ANYMORE!!!”

“Daddy is Daddy!!! He’s always been my daddy!!!” Fia shouted back. Her head turned, looking over her shoulder. Like the bars of a jail cell, her eyes peered through the thick strands of black hair. “Daddy’s in there! He’s only waiting for us to break him out!!!”

“Hahahaha!!!!” A sudden laugh, like that of a harlot or siren, raced across the gray void. It sounded like it came from everywhere, making it impossible to pinpoint. Mafi struggled to get to her feet and hurried across the wooden rope. She finally reached her child and grabbed her by the tail, she pulled her back to safety across the wooden divider.

Fia angrily shouted at her mother when an explosive wave of light radiated from the iron maiden. It was crimson, as dark as the pits of hell, yet as bright the setting sun. Like a rabid cancer, it rapidly overtook everything. Red tendrils colorized the torture equipment, restoring them to their original color.

“SAKDU!!!” Mafi screamed. A few spare red tentacles grossly wormed their way along the ground, leaving a slimy liquid behind that was thicker than blood. They crept closer to the mother-daughter pair, who tried to find safety in the arms of each other. At last, the squirming things launched from the ground, hitting an invisible wall and burning up. Smoke filled the area, but it quickly dispersed.

The wooden rope had saved them. But it looked far worse for wear. A large portion had turned black, crumbling like ash in a tornado and scattered away by an invisible breeze.

“Ahhh!!!” The iron maiden opened after the initial burst of action. Filled with a warm glow, a single girl stood inside of it. Thousands of holes punctured her skin, but they slowly healed up like time was reversing. Her eyelids opened to reveal two red orbs. A cute set of lips casually formed into a rather aggressive grin. Holding a hand out with his palm up, Sakdu cried while kneeling down. The girl took it, using it to pull herself out from her former bed of pain. A set of shoulder-length black hair trailed behind her.

“Mistress Servi…” Sakdu whispered.

Yes, the woman inside the iron maiden was Servi, but it wasn’t the real Servi. The half gray and half red void was a hastily torture chamber built from Sakdu’s mind. The things he saw and heard were things he wanted to see and hear.

“How the mighty have fallen. Here, my pet, I have a gift for you,” Servi whispered. Pink smoke flowed from her nostrils. It circled around the air for a few seconds before stopping in front of Sakdu. Like a slave following orders, he tilted his head back and opened his mouth. The smoke danced around one more time before lining up above his head. It crystalized and fractured like glass, becoming nearly a thousand solid objects in the shape of a very familiar pink pill.

Like a waterfall, they all fell into his mouth. Even someone as big as Sakdu couldn’t contain a thousand pills, so he decided to forgo his need for air and kept his throat wide open. The pile of Monotonia building up dwindled. Sweat dripped from his face, interlacing his scales. At the same time, the growing need for pleasure increased with his desire to breathe. Oxygen deprivation only served to produce a very familiar feeling, which manifested in his loins. It didn’t take long at all for his impressive member to be at full mast.

Though it was hidden by gray pants, very little imagination was needed to picture it.

Fia somehow found the courage to speak against the naked Human corrupting her father. “Get away from him!!! Daddy doesn’t need you!!! He only needs us!!!” Her rash attitude was ignored by Servi, who only smiled at her little pet after giving him permission to breathe.

That angered Fia. She broke away from her mother’s embrace and charged at the Human, crossing over the burnt rope. “Fia, don’t do it!!!” Mafi cried. She ran after Fia, also crossing over the barrier. Suddenly, she doubled her speed and snatched her daughter's arms moments before the two reached Sakdu.

“My pet,” Servi said, taking away her hand from Sakdu. She raised a palm to the sky, which gripped the handle of a crimson sword that appeared from thin air. The kneeling Kobold’s body shivered in anticipation of what his mistress would do.

With a simple downward wave, Servi cleaved off Sakdu’s right shoulder and everything below it. He groaned, moaning while standing and shouting to the void as a massive wet spot appeared on the crotch of his pants. It reeked of freshly expunged semen.

Just then, the wooden rope behind them, which signified the choice Sakdu had to make, went up in a fizzle of smoke.

Even though he had made it before, it was now irrefutable.

“I’m so proud of you,” Servi continued speaking. She took a step back and summoned a chair. Taking a seat, she crossed her legs and folded her arms neatly in her naked lap. “Should you desire the pleasure I can deliver, take your wife and daughter, two people who you’ve sworn to get revenge for, and snuff out their lives. Then, and only then, will I bless you further with more pain than you could ever want.” Her generous-sized breasts lightly bounced as she re-crossed her legs.