"F*CK! Where are my clothes...?"
Ash yelled out in shock. He couldn't believe someone would be so shameless. Not only did they steal his underwear, but they even replaced it with a tattered, dirty pair. This is just too much.
"Those f*ckers! I'll kill them all! God knows what else they had done with my pure body while I was unconscious," Ash gritted his teeth in hatred and banged his fists against the iron door several times.
After not getting a response from the other side, Ash waited a bit and hammered it again. This time, he heard footsteps coming toward him, but the other party didn't speak anything, which made Ash, who was full of hatred, suddenly nervous.
He quickly opened his inventory and focused on a one-and-a-half-meter-long iron rod he had stolen from Ronald's waste pile, along with two unfinished daggers and a half-broken sword, well technically it couldn't be called stealing but more of picking up junk. After all, they were all just useless items that Ronald didn't care about.
Ash had stored them just for insurance for a situation like today, so if someday his weapon was snatched by the enemy and he was locked somewhere, he would at least have a way to end his life quickly rather than bashing his head against the wall until his soul departed. That would be too painful for him, and Ash didn't want this kind of hellish death. Though these were all junk, they were still better than nothing for slitting his throat.
"Damn it! Why does it feel like I am getting addicted to slitting my own throat? Recently I am thinking a lot about it, and which bastard created this damn door, why is it open on the outside? Otherwise, I could hide behind it, and snack attack on the f*cker!" Ash complained regretfully.
Then, he heard the click of the lock opening. With nervous anticipation, he watched the door slowly creak open.
A tall, black brown skin muscular man in his late forties with a shiny bald head and a short beard walked in, clad only in a brown pair of dirty pants that looked like hadn't been washed in years. He sported a wide, ear-to-ear happy grin as if he were not seeing a stranger but his own long-lost son.
"Who are you? Where am I?" Ash asked with a frown, trying to look away from the newcomer's shiny head. He always felt that the smile of the other party seem very unnatural and he would soon be in big trouble.
"Hello, my friend. First of all, allow me to introduce myself. I am Alab, an elite bandit. As for where you are, didn't you already know the answer? If not, let me tell you. You're inside the prison of our base and will be staying here for a few days before moving to your new home." The bald guy, Alab, replied while creepily staring Ash up and down. He reached out as if to touch Ash's shoulder, but Ash, feeling a chill crawl down his spine and repulsed by Alab's demeanour, quickly moved away. Now he was utterly suspicious of the bald man's intentions.
"Oh?! Why'd you move away? Do you want to escape? Hahaha! If so, you might as well drop that thought. Our entire base is built inside a cave. Unless you can kill your way out, there's absolutely no escaping without being noticed by someone," Alab chuckled, not taking Ash's action seriously. Instead, he slowly walked toward the door and closed it, giving Ash goosebumps all over his body and indicating what he wanted to do.
"Fuck! You are a gay!" Ash, who was meeting someone he never wanted to meet in his any life, screamed with horror-filled eyes. Just now, when he heard that he was inside the bandit base, he remembered Urmas's words about having mentally retarded people in his base, who love to f*ck young boys. Now, he understood the reason behind the bald man's gleeful expression upon seeing him.
Alab's creepy smile faltered momentarily. "Hahaha, so you know about it. Seems that little idiot told you some nasty things about us, didn't he? That f*cker always badmouths us behind our backs. Hell, when he screws those b*tches, nobody bats an eye, but when we want to do the same with cute and adorable little boys like you, they come messing around. Just wait, one day we'll definitely get our revenge!" His smile finally disappeared as he talked about Urmas, whose reputation wasn't as good as he was telling, at least not among those types of people in front of Ash. Then he shook his head, attempting to dismiss the thought before it spoiled his good mood.
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"Anyway, forget about it. We only have one night to enjoy ourselves, little guy. Now you have two options. Either you cooperate with me, believe me, I will be very gentle, and you'll soon fall in love with it, or second," Alab paused for dramatic effect, a sinister smile creeping back onto his face. He ran a hand over his shiny head while retrieving a small, pink potion bottle from his pocket.
"Or, you can drink this. Before you refuse, let me tell you, if you choose the first option – which I highly recommend – your upcoming days at least in this prison will be full of pleasure. No need to worry about daily life. However, if you choose the second option, well, you only have yourself to blame for what comes next."
Having finished his spiel, Alab untied his pants. To Ash's horror, Alab was sporting a pair of small, mismatched underwear – clearly not his own – that looked incredibly uncomfortable. It was like watching a grown man forcefully wear children's clothes. But this wasn't the most horrifying aspect, what made Ash's body hair shoot up was the fact that this small underwear was not someone else's but Ash's himself.
"Huh?! Is... is that my underwear?" Ash asked while panting heavily in anger, staring at the completely new-looking washed underwear that didn't fit with the style of Alab, who was like a dirty pig.
"Well, of course, no, how can it be yours? Does it have your name written on it?" Alab scoffed and immediately refused without any kind of embarrassment. What a joke, how could someone admit such a shameless thing? Although most of the bandits' reputations always stayed at the bottom of the scale, this didn't mean that they liked to lower themselves for fun and pour dirt on their own image.
"I see, I see," Ash, while trying to calm down his anger, moved toward Alab with gritted teeth. Even an idiot could see how angry he was right now, but Alab, as if completely oblivious to it, just smiled merrily as if he enjoyed seeing Ash angry and let him come near. He also wanted to see what he was going to do: punch him or something else.
Consumed by rage and completely disregarding Alab's lack of concern, Ash circled him once. The second time around, now positioned behind Alab, Ash retrieved the broken sword from his inventory and, without hesitation, lunged, thrusting the blade towards Alab's heart from behind.
Alab, brimming with confidence in his ability to handle Ash, neglected any precautions. He scoffed at the idea of a weaponless little boy posing him any threat. Never in his wildest dreams did he consider that there would be such a cheat like Inventory on Alab craved witnessing Ash's despair before breaking him and enjoying him slowly. Anyway, he had the entire night to play, but until his body fell on the ground with disbelief and shock, he didn't understand what happened.
"Disgusting bug, scum of society, motherf*cker..." Ash blurted out all the curses he knew like a machine gun and stabbed the broken sword into Alab a few more times to calm down his anger. Only when his anger subsided did a semblance of peace return. He ripped off the filthy, unknown-origin underwear, threw it on Alab's creepy face, and donned the pants the bandit had discarded. As for his own underwear—well, let's forget about it.
After getting dressed up, Ash put the pink potion bottle inside his inventory. He cautiously creaked open the cell door and peered out. A long, narrow corridor stretched before him, illuminated by flickering fire torches mounted on the walls. Several other cells lined both sides, maybe a dozen in all.
Not finding anyone, Ash took a deep breath and walked out of his cell. Just then, he heard a faint sound coming from the cell a few meters away from him. With a flicker of doubt and a sense of déjà vu, as if he'd heard this sound before, Ash approached the cell. He leaned against the door, pressed his ear close, and strained to listen.
Soon, he knew what kind of sound it was, but this made his already gloomy mood even more ugly because as a 23-year-old virgin, he himself wanted to be in the place of that wretched bandit who is the protagonist inside the room. But alas, his luck isn't as good as a lowly scoundrel.
Although Ash wanted to go in and replace the bandit, he knew that if he really did, then not only was there a chance of getting discovered by others if that bastard made too much noise, but he also got a burden on his head for nothing. The woman inside, upon seeing him, would undoubtedly cling to him for salvation, a desperate escape from this hell. No matter how shameless Ash is, he still isn't a completely heartless person. If someone begged in front of him while crying buckets, especially a woman, then his little heart might force him to make some stupid decision. So it is better to not go in front of her and make false promises that he couldn't keep.