Yegorka wanted to see the punishment of the slave with his own eyes. He followed Kyon and Flitz. Yegorka was having the time of his life. He kept giggling uncontrollably, which was at odds with his high status.

«Oh my god! Will you keep your trap shut?» - Kyon was losing it. The asshole was driving him nuts, and he needed to concentrate and come up with a way out.

«How dare you... I...» - Yegorka's eyes went dark with an urge for bloodshed. - «How dare you address me so disrespectfully?! Do you think I am equal to you?! You’re nothing but a pathetic slave!»

«Shut up both of you, or I’ll send you to the next world.» - Flitz ominously warned them.

The three of them silently continued on their way.

At the entrance to the familiar white building that smelled of medicine, Flitz turned into the nearest alley and went to the garbage container. The old man took Kyon by the collar, bent him over the container and grabbed his head.

«Are you going to behead me?!» - It was all Kyon could say when sharp blades whizzed over him. With a blank look, he watched his black hair fall into the container.

«What… Only not this… Not my hair!» - He was out of breath. The skin on his head felt cool. He had really lost his precious hair…The heartless old brute pig! Flitz could as well cut off his arms.

When Yegorka saw the hairless slave, he laughed so hard he sounded like a hyena.

Flitz squinted and looked at the bald guy suspiciously. «Had Juno removed your formation? I expected anything from the young lady, but clearly not caring for you. The girl must have had mushrooms for breakfast after all…» - He touched Kyon’s forehead, just in case, and made sure that the formation was still there. Alright, she went crazy but not completely.

Kyon touched his head, hoping to find his hair. His eyes went blank. «How could you… My hair…» - It was like Flitz had cut off his soul instead of his hair.

The feeble old man snorted contemptuously. «No big deal… I am a kind man. I’d never have cut your hair on my free will. The balls, that’s another matter. The young lady’s order is my command. You may complain to her later. Now stop whining and follow me. It won’t hurt. But what do I know?»

«Can we make a deal? The lady won’t check them, anyway! And I’ll pretend that they don’t exist! Sir, you have already ruined my life by shaving off my hair like a demon. Can you at least leave my dear ones?»

Flitz rolled his eyes. He hadn’t met so demanding, arrogant slaves for a long time. «Zip your lip and forward march, private Kyon.» - He ordered and headed for the entrance.

Yegorka bent over in half, dying of laughter.

Kyon went around the humanlike hyena and followed Flitz. His face turned pale, he was disheartened. It would take him some months to restore the testicles. But what really mattered was the very fact of their absence! It’s a humiliation god level! It’s a violation of humans rights!

The three of them went upstairs and entered the doctor’s office.

Kyon remembered the place: the dangerous carnivorous creature Bilya lived there. Kyon felt oppressive emptiness and tension in his chest.

The fat, unpleasant woman with deep-set eyes turned around lightning fast and spoke in her nasty high voice:

«Uncle Flitz! My, my, you dared to come… No, you didn’t! You bothered to come! Are you concerned about your health?» - She asked with hope in her voice.

«Fuck you! I am healthy like a bull, cough, cough…» - He coughed painfully, covering his mouth with his hand, which only made the plump woman smile. - «I forgot to bring the pies, but I brought someone for your shenanigans.» - The old man waved his hand to Kyon, who was standing behind him. When Bilya saw the pale boy she knew so well, her lips stretched in a predatory, sinister smile. «How are you doing, my dear? Does anything bother you below the tummy? How did you find Evilball?»

Kyon remained indifferent and silent, in his mind, he was feverishly thinking of a follow-up action plan.

The handsome blond teen came inside. «Hello, Aunt Bilya!» - He broke into a smile.

«Yegorka! Dear! Hello! Long time no see.» - The doctor smiled benevolently.

«How is Butuzik doing in the Fat sect?»

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«Oh, he's fine. Your friend is getting stronger with each day. I see you don’t fall behind.» - The big woman patted the boy on his blond hair.

Madame looked threateningly at Flitz. «What procedure does he need? Shall I inject him with Evilball again?»

«Nothing of the kind. Remove his testicles. I know you like it. You will do it for the pure pleasure of the procedure, that is free of charge...» - The old man said in an even tone that didn’t tolerate objections. He went to the window, took out his pipe and smoked. His dreary glance was away with the pixies. Someone was about to be castrated... He couldn’t care less.

Kyon got even paler. They were talking about his vital organs like it was a tooth that should be removed.

Bilya grumbled for the sake of decency:

«What? You said I like it? What are you talking about? Uncle Flitz, that’s how little you think of me…» - The woman went on ranting as she approached the shelf with the surgical instruments.

Yegorka’s smile acquired demonic shape. «Ha-ha-ha! Off with his balls! Aunt Bilya, can you do it with a dull scalpel? He deserves it, I assure you. I am Butuzik’s best friend. I will be grateful to you for understanding.»

The sadist mentally praised him. She’d been looking for the dull scalpel herself. And yet, she reacted differently:

«Yegorka, how can you be so evil? This operation is done only with sharp scalpels. You’d better tie him up over there. The stronger, the better.» - She pointed to a special chair with sturdy straps without looking that way.

Meanwhile, Flitz let out a couple of smoke rings. He was feeling lonely and depressed.

Yegorka grinned mischievously and slowly approached the slave. A nobleman like him should not gloat over filthy scum. But...

«Take it easy. You are not getting away with just your balls off. You dared to insult me. Now you are going to regret that you were born into the world. And now…» - The blond guy took great pleasure in taunting Kyon.

Kyon cautiously looked at the rusty scalpel that Bilya was meticulously examining, licking, tasting, smacking her lips. He started feeling dizzy and turned his eyes at the old man who was sitting at the window, downhearted. Flitz didn’t give a damn about what was happening... He was worried about something else... Something else... Oh, shit! Kyon didn’t need a supermind to guess! Of course! Marina told him a dozen times about their life together, what place she occupied in the old man’s heart! There it was, a ray of hope! The savior of his sacred balls!

Kyon rushed headlong to Flitz, but Yegorka quickly grabbed him by the wrist.

«Where do you think you’re going?»

Kyon painfully gritted his teeth and yelled:

«Flitz, I know where Marina is!»

The old man was looking blankly in the window. His pipe fell out of his hands, the ashes scattered on the floor with bright sparks. A second... Another one... A third… A tenth... What had he just heard? Was he hearing things? The last two weeks had been a nightmare. He looked for Marina every day, with all means available. He was in pain, suffering mentally and physically. He had to take time off from work. Ulcers developed all over his senile body from excessive stress. His mind refused to accept that the girl that was his meaning of life had just disappeared. Marina was a real beauty, a goddess for Flitz. However, he preferred to express his love only in sex. He could have proposed to her, but then he would have to act like a husband: not to ignore her requests, not to be too cruel, not to violate her in bed, give her the right to express herself, listen to her opinion. Flitz doubted that he could live like this. That’s why he treated her solely like a maid that would give anything her master wanted. In fact, he was head over heels in love with his maid and had been for a long time.

Now he could only wonder if she had left him, if she had met a handsome man. What if someone had kidnapped her and locked her up? He couldn’t find the girl through the tracking function in her formation. Either someone had destroyed the formation, or something blocked its signal (some powerful barrier, for example). In any case, Flitz did not lose hope and kept looking for Marina day after day. His heart was aching from the devastating thought that he would never see her again, never kiss his darling on the lips, they would never become one again. His mind darkened with black depression so unbearable that it was slowly driving him into the grave. The goal he had pursued in the last years to recover his seed and have babies with Marina was gone. And out of the blue, the slave, that must have long been dead, said he knew the whereabouts of his beloved one. Flitz couldn’t believe his ears. He would sooner believe that he had finally lost his mind from grief and was now hearing voices.

Kyon kept shouting the same again and again, but Flitz didn’t seem to hear them. His strange behavior filled Kyon with despair. He didn’t want to be neutered like a stray dog.

How much Kyon wished he could wring Yegorka’s neck. The jerk was roughly fastening him to the chair and giggling wickedly in doing so. If Yegorka were to tie Juno up, his moves would be more gentle than a breeze. Now every touch of the stupid asshole was going to turn into a bruise... What a sick bastard. What did he do to him? Insulted? No, he didn’t. Yegorka wanted to finish him off long before that, moreover, twice. Maybe in this world, everyone wanted to kill him? It was high time to invent a gun to make them all equal...

Bilya approached the slave with a rusty scalpel in her hands and an impatient nasty smile on her lips.

«Enough crying, honey. I’m an old hand at this! As the saying goes: good riddance, right? Haha!»

Flitz snapped out of his stupor and finally asked quietly:

«What did you say?»

Kyon desperately shouted again:

«I said I know where Marina is! But if she cuts my balls off, I will carry this secret to the grave with them!»

Yegorka barked:

«Shut the hell up, piece of trash! You are about to lose your balls, and all you're all talking about is Marina! You’d better pray for salvation!» - Yegorka had an unhealthy excitement before the unsightly spectacle when the hated slave got his balls cut off. How much he wanted to see the slave suffering, revel in his grief and blank eyes.

As for Bilya, she was trembling with anticipation and couldn’t even breathe evenly. She pulled the lever which made Kyon's legs, fastened with straps, spread wide apart.