Thank You For Being Trash

Around the handle of the iron skewer, there was a cloth wound on it, and the iron bottom was carved in the shape of a flower.

The stage was filled with people's shouts. I shut my eyes as I saw the official coming with a heated skewer. How painful is the pain of burning skin? Perhaps, the weak drug would ease the pain…?

Sweat dripped from my hands at the nervousness.

“Execute.”

No, don't do that? Wasn’t that way too ignorant? Even if you didn’t do that, I would be a bedroom slave, anyway. I’d been good so far.

My body shuddered at the heat I felt behind my back. While one of the knights lowered my robe slightly to expose my shoulders, the other knights grabbed my body and sent a signal to the official.

The whole process felt slow, adding to the fear.

I clenched the cloth and clasped my hands. ‘You must not scream,’ I brainwashed myself countless times in my head.

Soon, with the heat, the skewer touched my back. Not even a scream came out of the excruciating pain for a moment. It felt like my brain was paralyzed by the pain, so the moment it touched, there was no instantaneous pain.

For a moment, as the heat was felt around the touched area, the suppressed nerves seemed to be restored, and the sudden rushing pain swallowed me.

“Heup…”

I clenched my fists in pain that made my mind disappear.

I couldn't even hear the noise of people. The pain was the only sensation that was clearly felt. It felt like I was about to lose consciousness in the excruciating pain. The anesthetic effect of this weak drug was nothing. I smelled of ripening flesh.

Really, doing this one more time on the thigh… Oh, the original author.

"Haa…”

It was only after the skewer left that I let out a rough breath. It didn't matter when it touched, though at the same time as the skewer left, the burning pain struck once more.

Crazy…

Sweat poured down like rain. My clenched hand was crushed with my fingernails and bleeding. A cold sweat ran down my head. Afterward, I still didn't scream.

No, but how do you do this twice…?

Cold water dripped down my head.

Surprised by the sudden shower of cold water, I could feel the cold wind vividly, which I could not feel due to the burning pain in my shoulder for a moment. It was not a very pleasant experience to alternate between cold and hot. The cold, shivering teeth tricked me into thinking that it was better to be hot than cold.

An official came with an iron skewer. I could feel the intense heat in my thighs.

I just hate it both. Damn.

[ Arne looked at the marks of the ripe skin leaking out.

It was bitter because it did not heal, but she thought that physical pain was better than mental pain.

It was better if she didn’t feel any pain.

Still, Arne was glad that she didn't have to hold anyone because she was not feeling well today because of the burn. Even then, she felt like she was going to burst into tears as she regretted when the existence of such an act became a measure of joy.

Even though she wanted to end all of this, she corrected her thoughts every time she had a nightmare.

In her dream, the people begged to be spared and to avenge them, and then they died horribly. Male or female, regardless of gender, they were harassed by the enemy, and ultimately killed by the sword. Their deaths were not peaceful. They dangled on the enemy flag and were dragged to the battlefield.

A dream, but so vivid, Arne jumped out of her dream and her body shook.

That was their end. That was the price of a life devoted to her. How could she, who dared to make them like that, sleep with her legs outstretched and think of a comfortable death…?

Arne shook her head. That was not good enough.

Then, she touched her hot shoulder. A groan escaped from her stinging pain.

Yes, this was the pain of life that she had to pay. It was her own way and the weight of her life. Arne closed her eyes.

But, why her? Why…?

She was born King. It was a noble position, though it wasn't the life she wanted. She lived like a fool. It was the day before the coming-of-age ceremony that all those who were aiming for the throne were cleared up.

Her life, which fell even more to the abyss when she barely lived, was bitter.

She got up slowly. The chains hanging from her legs made a rattling sound as they moved. Glancing out the small open window, she closed her eyes, dazzled by the bright light coming through the small cracks.

Arne slowly gazed down at her body and sighed.

It seemed that she would not be able to escape from this place unless the flowers embroidered on her thighs were erased.

She hadn't given up on her life, even if she could not tell whether this place was life or death by cutting her flesh, shaving her bones, and eventually eating herself… It drove her crazy.

She could neither be satisfied with this life nor give up.

Despite this situation choking her, she had to live. ]

* * *

Distria stroked the bumpy thighs and burned flesh. It hadn't healed yet, and I could feel a tingling pain in the area where blood was leaking out.

His gestures grew seductive, and he touched the insides of my thighs. Every time he stimulated the tender inner flesh, excitement filled me instead of pain. His hands groped inside, stabbed, and at the end, I had a naughty thought. I wished his p*nis would fill me inside.

Contrary to such thoughts, he crushed herbs and put them on my thigh.

“I’m very happy with it as it's a sign that you belong to me.”

Though he rolled me over to other people? Is he crazy…?

A question I couldn't get out of my mouth lingered.

Distria smiled contentedly, unaware of my question. He made eye contact and kissed my lips. His soft tongue ran through my teeth, and our saliva mixed. I was mesmerized for a moment by the ecstatic kiss before I pushed him away.

I wanted to hug him without even thinking about rebelling, thinking it would be compensating for the pain, but I shook my head.

Not yet. Not yet.

I enjoyed the masochistic relationship of being beaten and cursed rather than the relationship between two people who liked it. After all, it was good to be completely dominated.

Because of the cold water pouring down on a winter day, I got a fever and was ill for a long time, even after taking medicine for two days. Besides, lying on my face hurt my thighs, and lying on my back would hurt my shoulder.

It was a really useless and detailed setting, so I cursed a lot.

The strange thing was that on the shoulder was a flower, but on the thigh was a butterfly. In the original, both were flowers.

I did not know what this butterfly symbolized. Right now, how to sleep until it healed was more important than the meaning of the butterfly. The changed engraving did not give me any meaningful value.

“Didn’t you like it a few days ago?”

“It was just that I was on drugs, I was sick.”

It was because of the treatment. Distria smiled softly and stroked my chin at the low-pitched voice. His hand gently caressing my chin came down slowly and deliberately to my shoulder. Pain rushed through the hand that touched it for a brief moment.

I bit my lip to contain the scream. As if he knew my intentions, he gently stroked my shoulder.

“Cry like you did back then.”

“Uhk… I…won’t."

At that, his hand on my shoulder grew rough. I bit my lip in pain. I groaned at the herbs he had put on and squeezed on my shoulder till the herbs oozed out. It was not about giving me medicine or anything.

A harsh breath filled with pain escaped my mouth.

He let out a sigh of excitement. He was excited to see me in pain. He was also a bit of a pervert. Of course, I was more perverted than he was.

He forced my legs apart and slid his fingers in. His hand still touched my shoulder. Feeling pleasure like pain, I trembled. After a while, my bottom was dripping with love liquid. Distria's breath, wet with excitement, reached my ear.

“Even though something like that happened, I think you’re fine.”

’I want you to break down soon.’

He whispered in my ear, then pushed his p*nis inside me.

I bit my lip, fearing that a moan would leak out of the unexpected pleasure. He put his finger in and forced my closed lips to open. As he stroked my tongue with his fingers and scanned my teeth, the thick saliva soiled his fingers.

“Huhk…”

A moan escaped from my forcibly opened mouth.

He poked through my mouth a few more times before pulling his saliva-covered fingers out. Distria put his wet hand in his mouth and sucked it as if he didn't care. It felt like I had a deep kiss with him, even though my lips didn't even touch the obscene face, and my tongue didn't even mix with his.

“You seem to like violent relationships, you look wetter than on drugs.”

Distria, who slightly removed our connected part, laughed. His p*nis was glistening with my love liquid.

As we sat facing each other, he put his thing back in and started moving quickly. After finding out where I had felt it during the s*x while taking drugs, he relentlessly attacked only there. Every time he moved, the thigh beneath him was swept away, complaining of pain.

It hurt.

Seriously, it hurt as the wound hadn’t healed yet, though it was just as good.

Yes, painful pleasures were really exhilaratingly intense and enjoyable.

Every time his manhood slammed inside me, a heavy breath came pouring out. Every time his hot and hard stuff inside was filled with moisture, he gave me a creepy pleasure. His c*ck was so damn big. It was thick and made me feel excited every time he did it.

Like the Emperor in the novel, he was big and ruthless, and his technique was good.

Unknowingly, I put my nails up in the pleasant s*x that felt like my reason would fly away. As I dug my nails into his wide back, Distria took a deep breath and kissed me. He slowly lowered his hand from my shoulder and stroked my back.

Stimulated by his touch, my lower part spit out more love liquid and tightened his genitals.

“Kugh… Contrary to saying you don't like it, you bite my c*ck and won't let it go?"

He whispered obscene words in my ear.

I got even more excited when Distria spat obscene words than Raphael. The words of a person who seemed unlikely to do so were even more irritating, to the extent that I wish he could say something more obscene.

Contrary to my wishes, he had since then kissed me, sucked my breasts, and licked my ears as if concentrating on the s*x. He only left fine red marks on my cheeks, neck and chest, but he didn't say any more naughty things to me.

A few more affairs and climaxes.

Seeing his genitals glistening with love liquid and s*men, I thought of wanting to suck it although he didn't give orders to suck his c*ck. That was a bit sad. If he had held on to my hair and acted forcibly, telling me to ‘Suck it!’ I could suck it and wash it well while pretending to not like it…

Distraught in disappointment, I chewed my mouth without knowing it while thinking crazily, ‘I wish I could do more.’

Maybe, I came here in search of a warm d*ldo regardless of what the original story was. It really was an exciting s*x life in many ways.

I really liked how things that felt unreal to me were real to them.

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