(In the present meeting, no more past viewpoints)
There was a small resting phase during the meeting gathering as many experts and artists were being actively recruited. During that time, some of the Crown House Masters started making their exits, their elaborate carriages pulling away from the event one by one, hovering tools rattling the air as it flew into the sky.
HUFF, HUFF
"Mr. Tool Guy is dangerous! Should I really enroll in this?" Big Brother asked nervously from his wheelchair, watching towards Tool Guy who moved on to recruiting some other poor souls from the crowd. His enthusiastic voice boomed across the plaza like thunder, making people both excited and terrified at the same time.
Subordinate Woman had brought Big Brother back to the Queen private resting area, giving him a much-needed break from the intense attention. She smiled reassuringly at him, her expression warm.
"Haha, he can be a little too enthusiastic sometimes, but don't worry…..you'll be absolutely fine!" She pumped her fist up encouragingly, radiating positive energy.
"Yes, Brother! Somehow your goal was already achieved before Master Zack spoke anything!" Little Sister exclaimed happily, bowing deeply to Subordinate Woman with genuine gratitude shining in her eyes. "Thank You Miss for this incredible opportunity and please Thank Master Zack on behalf of us, tell him we will never forget what he has done for us!!!"
"It's okay, really, don't worry about it!" Subordinate Woman said warmly, accepting their gratitude on behalf of Zack. "We're doing this for the sake of this city, for people exactly like you who deserve a real chance." Her smile grew even brighter. "Boss is happy as long as you guys are happy. And don't worry, in the next section Boss will announce everything officially, so just wait a little more time! It'll all become clear soon!"
Subordinate Woman smiled happily giving an encouraging nod to every new friend she made today. Then she turned and skipped her way outside, moving with light, graceful steps. Her hair bounced beautifully with each skip, catching the sunlight as she made her way toward the circular platform. She could see her Boss and Rugged Woman up there, talking happily together and laughing at something. The sound of their laughter made her heart feel light.
"Hehehe," she giggled softly to herself, happiness bubbling up inside her chest.
"Miss Subordinate! Greetings! I just want to say you're the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my entire life!"
"Miss Subordinate, is Master Zack your boyfriend? Are you two together?"
"Miss Subordinate, what is your real name? Please tell us!"
"Miss Subordinate, can I talk to you for just a second? Please?"
"Miss Subordinate, your voice is so soothing and lovely! Can I have the honor of introducing myself properly?"
"Miss Subordinate, I brought you a special gift! Please accept it with my feelings!"
"MISS! MISS! MISS! MISS!"
Suddenly, like a wave crashing down on her, a swarm of men approached from all directions. They surrounded her completely, forming a tight circle that blocked any escape route. Subordinate Woman found herself trapped in a sea of eager faces and reaching hands that try to grab at her from every angle.
Some tried to hold her hand with desperate grips, some tried to give her flowers with trembling, sweaty fingers, some tried to touch her silky hair without any permission whatsoever, and some tried to get way too close to her body, invading her personal space and making her feel cornered and unsafe.
Subordinate Woman's eyes widened in fear, panic flooding through her system. Her breathing quickened as her heart started racing. She looked desperately toward her Boss, seeking help from the only person who made her feel safe.
She closed her eyes tightly, put her hand protectively close to her chest, and just ran toward Zack without thinking about anything else. She accidentally bumped into a few men hard in her panic, knocking them aside, but she didn't stop or look back at the chaos she left behind. She just kept running.
HUFF, HUFF, HUFF
Her breathing became hard and labored as she finally reached the stage, her chest heaving with exertion and fear. She ran as fast as her legs could carry her toward Zack....toward her only safe place in the entire world.
"Hmm?" Zack noticed her flustered, frightened expression immediately. Concern flashed across his handsome face as he turned to look behind her.
He saw the crowd of men staring after her with hungry, possessive eyes.
Zack's expression transformed instantly. He glared at them with such fierce, cold intensity that the temperature seemed to drop ten degrees. The sheer force of his protective anger sent them scurrying away immediately, shame and fear coloring their faces as they retreated with their tails between their legs.
Then Zack's face softened completely. He smiled gently at his scared Subordinate Woman and simply opened his arms slightly…..a wordless invitation, an offer of complete safety and shelter.
Subordinate Woman seeing this just went straight into his embrace without any hesitation, diving into the safety of his arms.
PUUFFFF
She tightly hugged him.
"BOSS! THEY'RE SCARY!!! I DON'T LIKE SO MUCH ATTENTION OF THOSE ANNOYING MEN!!!! DON'T LEAVE ME ALONE LIKE THAT!" she cried out, her voice muffled against his chest.
She pressed her ear firmly against his chest, right over his heart, and heard the steady, strong heartbeat thrumming beneath. BA-DUP. BA-DUP. BA-DUP. The sound made her calm down slowly, each beat like a soothing lullaby that washed away her fear.
Zack slowly patted her back with one hand, his gentle soothing touch made her body feel relaxed. Then, deliberately and purposefully, he moved his other hand down to her lower waist…..near the upper curve of her ass. He gently applied pressure there and hugged her even tighter, pulling her body flush against his in an unmistakably possessive gesture.
Every man who had been watching with lingering hope or doubt, seeing this intimate display of ownership made their eyes nearly popped out, they just sighed in disappointment and stopped looking. The message Zack sent was crystal clear: SHE'S UNDER MY PROTECTION. BACK OFF OTHERWISE GET KILLED!!!
Subordinate Woman felt his hand on that intimate place and somehow felt even more calm even though she should be panicking right now, she felt her whole body was mixing in his scent as she slowly took everything of Zack inside of her, his smell, his heat, his heartbeat, his care….. She stayed nestled in his embrace like that for a long while, breathing in his familiar scent and letting her racing heart slow down. She only reluctantly left his arms when Rugged Woman finally spoke up.
"Geez, you really have to grow up a lot, you know that, right?" Rugged Woman scolded, though concern threaded through her voice. "Don't be so clingy to him all the time! What if Boss had to go away for a few days on a mission or something else??? Then you'd completely break down and fall apart!"
Subordinate Woman pouted cutely in response, her lower lip sticking out adorably. "I will try to be stronger! But YOU try getting stuck in the middle of such scary, grabby men, and then you'll understand how terrifying it is! HUMPH!"
She straightened up properly in front of Zack and smiled at him sweetly, her earlier panic completely faded now that she was back in his presence.
"Actually, she had way more pursuers than you did earlier," Zack laughed as he patted Rugged Woman's head teasingly, messing up her hair. "But she broke one man's hand with a single twist when he got too handsy, and then she just glared at the rest of them with those deadly eyes. After that display, no one dared to come within ten feet of her."
"Brute girl," Subordinate Woman teased playfully, sticking her tongue out.
"Better than being a crying girl who needs constant rescuing! BLEEH!" Rugged Woman fired back, returning the tongue-stick-out gesture with exaggerated childishness.
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"TSK! Where the hell is she?!" A man muttered angrily, looking around the crowd with growing irritation darkening his features. "She left me all alone with those people, and now I fucking can't find her anywhere!"
He slowly made his way through the masses toward the Queen's private area, pushing past people without apology. Finally, he spotted his wife in the distance, engaged in animated conversation with a group of women. She was actually smiling!!!! Genuinely smiling...something he hadn't seen in years.
"Oh, you're so talented! How did you manage to do that?" The Wife was asking one of the women enthusiastically when a guard suddenly appeared at her side and pointed discreetly toward a man standing outside the barrier.
The Wife followed the guard's gesture and saw her husband glaring at her with dark, threatening eyes that brought shiver down her spine.
"AGH!" The Wife's whole body tensed up immediately. She clenched her hands into tight fists, fear shooting through her.
"Miss, is he your...?" Little Sister asked gently, noticing the sudden and dramatic change in the woman's entire demeanor….. she saw her body getting froze, even her smiling face from before suddenly froze and she saw the light had completely drained from her face.
"Yes, he is my husband," The Wife confirmed, nodding with a weak, trembling smile that didn't reach her eyes.
She said her polite goodbyes to the group and was about to move toward him obediently when Little Sister suddenly grabbed her hand firmly, stopping her.
"I will go with you!" Little Sister insisted, her grip very tight telling her she will not back down. "I promised I would talk to your children...let me come with you! Please!"
Big Brother also nodded in strong agreement from his wheelchair, his expression completely serious.
"I..." The Wife hesitated, torn between fear of what her husband might do and hope that maybe, just maybe, her children could come back to her and talk to her….. and tell her that everything is fine with them…. The wife earlier fear is getting louder and louder inside her mind...
"Take them with you," Office Worker Woman advised quietly, leaning in close so only The Wife could hear. "Maybe he would be more cautious about doing something terrible to you when some people are present with you…."
"Yes don't go alone with him….. First make sure your kids are okay then you can make your decision on what you have to do" Pregnant woman also nodded at her.
The Wife, seeing their determination and concern for her safety, just nodded slowly. The trio left the Queen's area together, Little Sister carefully pushing Big Brother's wheelchair while staying protectively close to The Wife's side.
The Husband, watching them approach, immediately grabbed his wife's hand tightly…..far too tightly, his fingers digging into her wrist hard enough to leave marks. He spoke in a low, dangerous voice that dripped with barely controlled rage.
"Where the fuck have you been, woman?! Can't you see the whole damn city is going crazy with this nonsense, and here you are giggling and chatting with some random people like you don't have a care in the world?!" His grip tightened painfully. "Do you have any idea what deep trouble we're in right now? Let's go home….NOWWWWW!!!!"
Husband started pulling her roughly toward the exit, practically dragging her. But he felt unexpected resistance, a force pulling backward.
Little Sister had grabbed The Wife's other hand and was holding on tightly, refusing to let go despite the husband's threatening glare.
"We will come with you to your home," she stated with full confidence, her voice not wavering even slightly under his angry stare. "I'm your children's friend….I want to meet them right now! I promised them I will!!!"
"Hmmmm..." Husband's eyes travelled over Little Sister's body in a way that made her skin crawl with disgust. He checked her out slowly, his eyes going around her body making her feel exposed. "Is that so? I've never seen you before... hmm, I guess those brats made themselves a new friend." He shrugged dismissively. "Fine, let's go then."
He spoke while completely ignoring Big Brother's existence entirely, not even glancing at the young man in the wheelchair, dismissing him as irrelevant and beneath his notice.
As they left the gathering, many watchful eyes watched the husband with sharp gazes, but he didn't notice or care. He led them to a waiting carriage and they all climbed in. The ride to his house was tense and completely silent, the air thick with unspoken anger.
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After entering a large well-appointed house, that spoke of wealth and status, the Husband told one of the house maids to take Little Sister to meet his children. Then, without any ceremony, he casually grabbed his wife's arm and yanked her roughly toward their private chambers.
"Husband I will check on them first then.."
"SHUT UP!!!! DO YOU EVEN REALIZE YOUR MISTAKE!!! COME WITH ME WITH YOUR FILTHY MOUTH SHUT!!!"
The wife did her best to go to her kids but in front of her husband strength she was just useless.
Big Brother was left completely alone in the entrance hall, sitting in his wheelchair with growing unease.
Big Brother frowned deeply, his instincts screaming that something was very, very wrong here. He gripped his wheelchair's armrest tightly, his knuckles turning white with the force of his concern.
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CREAK, THUMP!
"KKYAAA!"
Husband threw his wife roughly onto the bed with brutal force. Her body bounced hard on the mattress before settling, the breath knocked out of her lungs as she felt the force rippled through her body.
"What an absolutely disastrous mess of a day we've had," he started, his voice dripping with contempt and barely restrained fury. He began pacing the room in anger, "The Queen is getting completely crazy, destroying the entire foundation of this city by introducing that utterly stupid Effort System."
He laughed bitterly, the grating sound hurting wife ears "Haha! What the fuck even is that moronic 'effort system' anyway? Points will be given based on the actual work you do, not from the profits you generate? HAHAHAH! She actually thinks this island can survive on such a ridiculous system?!"
He spun to face his wife with wild eyes. "Based on that absurd logic, that means even YOU will be able to earn points while doing basically nothing of value! Hahahah, what an absolute joke!"
Husband slowly began unbuttoning his shirt, removing it from his upper body with swift movements while kept glaring at his wife….. Then—KKCCHHKK—he released his belt from his waist, the leather sliding through the loops with a sharp, menacing sound. He snapped it in the air experimentally, making it crack like a whip.
The Wife shuddered in pure fear upon seeing the belt, knowing exactly what was coming next. Her whole body began trembling as her breath caught painfully in her throat.
"What? Why are you just sitting there and not stripping?" His voice rose dangerously, anger building with each word. "Do I have to give you a fucking formal invitation or what? You acted completely on your own today and brought me public shame! Despite all these years of marriage, you still don't know how to talk properly in high society like a refined lady should!"
He stepped closer, his shadow falling over her like a dark omen.
"Well, whatever…..none of it matters now. We can have one last bit of fun before we leave this cursed city behind forever." His eyes gleamed with cruel anticipation. "NOW STRIP, WOMAN!"
Husband roared at her; his face twisted with rage.
The Wife stood up on trembling legs that could barely support her weight. With shaking hands, she started removing her clothing piece by piece. Her movements were slow and mechanical, like a puppet being controlled by invisible strings. Each item of clothing fell away to reveal more of her body.
And as her naked form was exposed, and the full horror became visible.
Every part of her body was covered in bruises with dark purple splotches, sickly yellow marks, angry red welts layered on top of faded green ones. New injuries covering old ones in a horrific map of sustained abuse. Her face was the only thing that remained clean and unmarked from all the beating she had gotten in years.
The rest of her body was a canvas of suffering. Dark patches covered her ribs, her back, her thighs, her arms, everywhere. Years of abuse written in painful detail across her skin.
The Husband smiled with evil satisfaction as he came closer, his eyes roaming over her damaged body with sick pleasure. He grabbed her bra strap and roughly slid it down her shoulder while speaking in a mocking tone.
"Your family's precious farm lands will be completely useless now you know," he said conversationally while giggling. "And there will be barely any profit left to squeeze out from those filthy, disgusting peasants working on those dirty fields." He sighed with exaggerated disappointment. "Now those worthless workers will just cry and beg for the Queen to give them 'proper effort points' for their labor! And I've heard from a reliable insider that the Queen is actually planning to standardize all the prices of the products since we're somehow becoming self-sufficient now."
He shook his head in mock sadness. "Sigh, what a terrible waste of perfectly good business opportunities."
Husband removed her bra completely with a sharp yank and squeezed her breast tightly in his fist. She winced in pain but didn't cry out….she'd learned long ago that showing pain only made him enjoy it more.
Then he used his belt buckle to hook under the waistband of her panties and pull them down roughly, the buckle scraping against her hip bone.
AGHH!!
He stood in front of her expectantly and waited for his wife…
The Wife, shivering from both fear and cold, removed the last piece of clothing. She stood there completely naked and exposed, vulnerable in every possible way. Her wounded body was on full display, years of suffering made visible in front of a man who just smiled happily.
The Husband raised his hand high; the belt gripped tightly in his fist like a weapon. He spoke with rising anger coloring every word.
"TODAY YOU WERE LIVING IN YOUR OWN STUPID LITTLE FANTASY WORLD, WEREN'T YOU? ACTING LIKE YOU ACTUALLY MATTERED! WELL, IT'S TIME TO BRING YOU BACK TO REALITY!"
WHOOSH! KKCCCHHHHHH!
The belt cut through the air and struck her back with vicious force.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" Her agonized scream tore from her throat.
CCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!
Another strike landed across her shoulders, the leather biting into already damaged skin.
"AAAAAGGHHHHHHHHH!"
KKKKKKCCCCCCCCHHHHH KKKKCCCCHHHHHHHHHH KKKKKCCHHHHHHHH!!!!
Three rapid strikes in succession to the ribs, side abdomen, lower back…... Each one landed with brutal precision.
"WWWAAAAA!"
TTTTKKKKKK!!!!!!
The metal buckle hit her this time, catching her hip bone and sending white-hot pain exploding through her body.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!"
The Husband kept beating her viciously with his belt. Sometimes he struck with the heavy buckle, the impact cutting into her flesh and drawing blood. Sometimes he used the leather part, leaving burning welts across her already scarred skin that would bruise dark within hours.
The Wife fell to the ground hard, her legs giving out beneath her. Her body twitched and spasmed with each new strike, unable to control her physical responses to the overwhelming pain. Tears flowed continuously from her eyes....unstoppable rivers running down her cheeks and soaking into the floor beneath her.
After a while the Husband finally stopped, huffing hard from the physical exertion of beating his wife. Sweat dripped down his face and chest as he caught his breath, looking down at her crumpled form with satisfaction.
Then he smirked with pure evil and walked over to the bookshelf on the far wall…..the shelf where she kept her precious collection of books, the only things in this house that brought her any joy or hope.
With one brutal, sweeping motion—BOOOMMMM—he knocked the entire shelf to the ground. Books scattered all across the room in complete chaos, their pages crumpling, their spines breaking, their covers tearing.
"Huh?" The Wife suddenly looked up through her tears, her vision blurry but still able to see what he'd done. Her precious books….her escape, her education, her dreams…..were scattered across the floor like garbage.
The Husband laughed cruelly at her expression of horror and began kicking several books into one pile with his boots. Then he started unzipping his pants, pulling out his dick with deliberate slowness. He peeled back the skin, positioning himself directly over the pile of her most treasured books.
"Well, it certainly seems like your mind was corrupted by these stupid, worthless books, doesn't it?" he said mockingly, his tone conversational despite what he was about to do. "I guess it's time for these useless things to disappear. You've been running around today acting all mighty because of these things, right? You think you're so smart and educated, right? Thinking you're better than what you are?"
He aimed carefully at the pile of books below.
The Wife, seeing what he was about to do, understanding that he was going to defile the only things she had left that were truly hers, crawled swiftly across the floor despite the screaming pain in her wounded body.
Just as his stream of hot, disgusting urine was about to touch her beloved books, she threw herself over them. She shielded the books completely with her own naked, wounded body. Her back got thoroughly drenched in his warm piss, the liquid soaking into her open wounds and cuts, making them burn with fresh, agonizing pain that brought new tears to her eyes.
But she didn't let a single drop fall on her books. NOT ONE!!!!
Her lips were tightly bitten by her own teeth until they bled, the taste of blood filling her mouth. But she didn't say anything, didn't cry out, didn't beg him to stop. She just stayed there, protecting what little she had left in this world with her own broken body.
The Husband didn't do anything more after finishing his degrading act. He simply zipped up his pants with casual indifference and spoke coldly.
"I hope you learned enough for today. Now pack your things up…..we're leaving this cursed city tonight along with the other Crown families who still have sense."
CREAK, THUMP
The door closed behind him, and he was gone.
Silence filled the room…..horrible, suffocating silence.
"AGH! SOBB, SOBB!" The Wife's careful control finally shattered completely. "WHY NOW?! WHY DID THIS HAVE TO HAPPEN NOW?!"
Her voice was raw with desperation and despair.
"MASTER ZACK SAID HE WOULD MAKE SURE I'D GET THE CHANCE TO CHOOSE! HE PROMISED! BUT WHAT SHOULD I DO NOW???? CAN I STILL CHOOSE???" She clutched at her chest, her fingers digging into her own skin. "HE'S ....THAT MAN IS THE KIDS' FATHER! SHOULD I ASK MY CHILDREN TO CHOOSE BETWEEN US?! BUT WHAT IF THEY HATE ME FOR IT?! WHAT IF THEY DON'T CHOOSE ME?!"
The thoughts spiralled out of control, each one more painful than the last.
"AGH! I MISS MY CHILDREN SO MUCH! I MISS WHO I USED TO BE! I MISS MY OWN LAUGHTER! WHICH I CAN'T EVEN REMEMBER WHAT IT SOUNDS LIKE ANYMORE! AGHH! WAAAHHH! WAAHHHH! WWAAHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!"
She clutched desperately at her chest, her whole body shaking violently with the force of her sobs.
"IT HURTS! IT HURTS SO MUCH! AAGHHH! WAAAHHHHH! WWAAAAAHHHHHHHH! AAAAAAA! AAAGGGGG! AAAAHHHHHHHHH! WAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH! WWHYYYY MEEE!!! WAAAHHHH!!!!! I..I…AGHHH!! COUGH COUGHH WAAHHHHHHHH WAHHHHH PLEASE!!!!! WAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!"
The Wife started sobbing with complete abandon there on the ground, her naked and brutally wounded body curled protectively around her precious books like they were her children. The physical pain was terrible, Yes….the belt marks burning, the cuts stinging, the bruises throbbing.
But the emotional devastation was so much worse. It cut deeper than any belt ever could.
She had been so close to freedom. So close to finally escaping this nightmare and building a new life. Master Zack had promised her a chance, given her real hope for the first time in years.
And now it was all being ripped away from her before she could even reach for it.
Her cries echoed through the empty chamber, a heartbreaking symphony of suffering, broken dreams, and hope dying slowly in the darkness.
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