Transmigrated into a reversed world
Chapter 100 - 100

She Ignored their stare and drank till she was full. The woman's eyes were blank from pain, she didn't have the energy to cry out even when she was going through soul-crushing pain.

Her soul beast was feeling the same pain as her, it was growling painfully in her mind.

Cyra stopped, losing interest after having her fill. She dropped the tools and threw away her stained gloves, washing her hands under the tap, letting crimson stains flow down the drain.

She left the room, and behind her was silent except for the faint breathing of the people she had just tortured. They were broken, trembling, their eyes vacant, and their faces etched with horror and pain.

She didn't speak to them from start to finish and didn't ask for information. The torture had no purpose except for her satisfaction.

Outside the night was calm. The rain stopped, leaving the ground damp and soft beneath her feet.

Cyra strolled, her mind empty of the torture she'd inflicted. Her eyes wandered to the stars, appreciating their distance and beauty, before she found herself outside the glasshouse.

A large stone glowed in the moonlight, catching her attention. Sitting nearby, Viktor, her gardener, was slouched in the patio chair, lost in thoughts. His face was scrunched up in concentration, and he didn't notice her presence.

"Where did this stone come from?" Cyra asked, her voice cutting through the silence.

"Hee..." Viktor let out a startled noise, jumped, and held his chest. He looked at his boss feeling his heart would soon give out from her soundless footsteps.

A grin spread on his face when he saw her gaze on the shining stone. "I found it deep in the ocean," he said, his voice eager to share. "Everywhere was covered in beautiful shells and jewels with countless glowing stones, It was a treasure trove down there..." He went on, his voice filled with excitement. Cyra listened in silence, her eyes fixed on the stone, taking in its smooth surface, and it shimmered with bright, soothing light.

"Why did you tell me about it, instead of keeping it for yourself?" She asked, turning her gaze to him, her eyes cold and emotionless. Listening to his heartbeat for any falsehood.

"Huh? But it's on your island. I couldn't keep it...I'm going to stay here for a very long time." His words were straightforward, without much thought or greed; his eyes were innocent and clear.

"Who said you're staying here that long?" Her face was so calm that Viktor couldn't get anything from her expression.

"Boss...do you want to fire me?" He asked tentatively, he thought of the stream here where he could swim freely and had enough space to bury the bodies of people they sent to hunt him down, plus his beautiful boss, and he felt anxious when he saw Cyra's calm face.

"Boss I can do anything: I can clean, grow things, kill people if you need it. Please let me stay... Even if you want to short my salary...just give me enough for marriage tax and to buy beautiful things.

He coughed awkwardly, his cheeks reddening. "cough...I can give you my ..." he blushed at the last sentence, looking at her shyly but proactively.

"Okay," Cyra caught him off, her voice flat."You can stay. Stop talking." Her ears were calloused with all his chatter.

Viktor almost jumped on his heels with her approval; he breathed deep breaths, feeling relieved and happy.

"I want to sculpt your statue on the stone." When he said that, an image flashed through his mind, and he hid his face away from hers, secretly wiping away the blood sliding down his nose.

Cyra noticed ."You're bleeding," She stated, her voice indifferent as she turned and walked toward the fountain. She dipped her hands into the cool water, her fingers brushing against the stone beneath.

Viktor thought up different torture methods to regain control over his thoughts and stop visualizing her naked curves.

"This flower seed needs blood to bloom," Cyra said, turning her gaze back to him. ''I authorize you to kill people like you to nourish it. Leave one or two for me." Seeing Viktor's confused gaze she explained

"You kinds have a stench of blood on your scents and there's a recognition among killers." Viktor's eyes widen in realization and smell his body, trying to smell the blood, but he can only smell his body lotion.

"It's in the bones...you can't smell it." Cyra wandered while she was talking more than she was used to when speaking to him.

She frowned, "Come with me." She turned and walked out; Viktor followed her closely, his curiosity piqued as they made their way through many turns and stopped in front of a wall.

Cyra stopped and tapped on the panel, bringing out a fingerprint hologram screen, "Your hands." She instructed.

He stretched his hands to her, and she pressed it on the screen and locked in his finger recognition into the panel, and the wall slid open.

Viktor followed her and climbed down the stairs, filled with amazement at the different torture devices in the room. His hands were itching to try it out.

Cyra saw his sparkling eyes and shook her head internally at his innocent but cruel thoughts, But she liked it, she didn't want a hypocrite in her face.

Viktor touched the tools with familiarity feeling like he was home.

"You seem familiar with these," Cyra said walking up to him.

"Hm." He hummed and picked up an iron clipper tasting its swiftness.

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