Hacking the Game Didn't Go as Intended

CHAPTER 100: Confessions - The Harsh Truth

Reeza's breaths came in ragged coughs, each one a battle against the pain coursing through her body. The fierce determination that once blazed in her eyes now flickered like a dying ember, subdued by the agony of her wounds.

"Fine!" Casimir spat, his garment hanging loosely off his shoulders as he pressed his broad foot against her face. "Since it's come to this, I'll reveal the truth: right from the start, I never had any intention of setting you, your pitiful mother, or the slaves free."

Reeza's eyes shot open in shock, and Casimir licked his lips in amusement, relishing her devastated expression like an age-old wine. But this was just the beginning; he intended to consume every ounce of her despair until he was mindlessly drunk.

"It was quite admirable," Casimir began, his tone dripping with condescension, "the way you tirelessly amassed gold to free your mother, all while turning a blind eye to the suffering of countless others in need. But have you ever paused to ponder where your hard-earned gold was being funneled?" He grinned like a mischievous child, reveling in her mounting apprehension.

"...It was being used to finance covert operations," he elaborated, a twisted grin spreading across his face, "operations dedicated to the abduction and enslavement of more of your beloved people. Can you picture it? The sheer terror as their homes are pillaged and set ablaze; fathers, brothers, and sons being butchered in front of their families; children being torn from the arms of their wailing mothers."

Reeza's eyes quivered violently, betraying the integrity of her sanity.

"And the construction site next door?" Casimir added gleefully, "It's a brothel to put all your people to work. Oh, and let's not forget about your darling mother. She's a petite and attractive woman, much like yourself. With such alluring looks, it would have been a shame to let her rot away in a prison cell. So, I've been using her as a bargaining chip to attract investors," he admitted with a laugh.

"YOU BASTARD!" Reeza squirmed in outrage, desperately attempting to free her arms painfully pinned behind her back.

She yearned for an opportunity. Just a split second—that was all the time she needed to sink her teeth into him and tear him apart. But she couldn't move a muscle. Frustration bubbled up within her until it overflowed, and, finally, she began wailing, her sorrowful cries piercing the heart of the other Florian girl in the room.

"Yes! Yes! That's it!" Casimir shook in excitement, his cheeks flushed, his bulge returning. "Seeing that face on a strong and rebellious woman like yourself! It...It's simply exquisite! All that waiting was well worth it!"

Casimir knelt down, his hands replacing Ranger's with a predatory grace. His wet tongue hovered mere inches from Reeza's ear as he whispered, "Once I've had my fill of you," his breath was hot against her skin, sending shivers down her spine, "I'll present you to those noble pigs, so you can join your whore of a mother."

While the man prolonged her torment, a lone henchman appeared outside the dwelling and bowed respectfully. Ranger slowly approached him, a frown creasing his forehead as his subordinate replayed urgent news in a low whisper.

"I'll be stepping out for a moment," Ranger informed Casimir calmly. "There's a pressing matter I need to address."

Casimir ignored him, too caught up in his desires to care. Ranger clicked his tongue discreetly before taking his leave.

"If you willingly offer yourself to me," Casimir whispered, his large nose nuzzling into Reeza's hair as he took a deep sniff, "I might consider granting you a position as one of my personal attendants. All you have to do is obey. What do you say?"

Reeza stopped squirming, presumably a signal of her surrender. Honestly, Casimir was a tad disappointed that she didn't put up more of a fight, but he cautiously released her tiny hands and turned her over onto her back.