Content Warning:
This chapter contains scenes depicting harassment–including verbal, physical and sexual abuse and intimidation. Reader discretion is advised.
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“The crow with six eyes.”
Upon hearing this, the man silently stepped aside. It was a different code from before. What kind of place was this? Everything seemed suspicious. The interior was quite dark. Like a medieval castle, torches hung sparsely along the corridor. Just that was strange enough, but coupled with the pungent smell that pierced the nose, Sixx found himself involuntarily wrinkling his nose. It was a unique scent reminiscent of exotic spices, drifting through the air like something out of a foreign land. The dense concentration of it felt like torture to Sixx’s sensitive nose. Yet, oppressed by an inexplicable sense of intimidation, Sixx couldn’t bring himself to complain.
They led Sixx to a room. Judging by the several people inside, it seemed to be some sort of staff lounge. However, it differed greatly from the typical staff lounge Sixx was accustomed to. Firstly, the overall atmosphere was eerie due to the room being lit by candlelight instead of regular lighting. In the corners, a black box emitted purple smoke incessantly, covering the floor. It seemed to be the source of the strong musky scent that had been bothering Sixx since earlier. In the center of the room was a large pool-like structure, where some people were sitting at the edge, washing themselves with the water. It felt like something out of an ancient myth, resembling a sacred pond. Despite feeling unsettled by the strange and unfamiliar scene, no one else seemed perturbed except Sixx. The man and woman who had led him there handed him a locker key.
“This is your locker. Everything you need is prepared inside. If you have any questions, you can ask that man over there.”
The woman gestured towards a man smoking by the edge of the pool. Was he the head of staff? As Sixx nodded, the man and woman promptly left the room. It was truly a strange place. He sighed involuntarily. Where on earth was Corbin? He glanced around the room, but Corbin’s shadow was nowhere to be seen. Perhaps he was already working. Sixx opened the locker reluctantly. Inside, there was a thin robe, a note, and a clean white mask laid out neatly. Was he supposed to wear this? Sixx had expected a regular suit similar to what the people who brought him here were wearing, so he was taken aback and looked around nervously. Then he noticed another oddity. There was a woman here. Under normal circumstances, Sixx wouldn’t have thought much about it. In the store where he worked, both men and women used the staff lounge together. However, there was only an apron here that could be considered a uniform, so there was no need to change clothes.
But this place was different. Sixx was taken aback as he watched the woman on the other side effortlessly undress. What on earth was happening? It was natural for humans to feel uncomfortable revealing their nakedness, yet the staff here seemed completely unfazed. Cold sweat ran down his back. He wanted to run away immediately, but he couldn’t as he hadn’t achieved his goal yet. Hoping that no one was looking at him, he slowly undressed. Wearing only a thin robe that left nothing to the imagination over his underwear, he felt too embarrassed to bear it. Holding the mask in his hand, he approached the man by the pool as instructed earlier.
“Excuse me…”
The man looked up and stared at Sixx intently before chuckling.
“You fool, take off your underwear and come.”
“My underwear…?”
“Look, everyone here isn’t wearing underwear.”
Surprisingly, he was right. Among those wearing robes, no one had underwear on. At least that’s how it appeared at first glance. Wasn’t there anyone here who felt embarrassed? Even though the outlines or shapes of their genitals were clearly visible through the thin robes, they seemed completely unfazed. Sixx rubbed his flushed face with his palm. Am I the weird one here?
“Why are you so embarrassed? It seems sturdy enough. Come on, hurry up and take it off.”
The man pushed Sixx with his foot. Sixx stood in front of the locker, holding onto his underwear, and hesitated for a while. Do I really have to go this far? Is there really no other way…? Damn it, it seemed like there wasn’t. With tears in his eyes, Sixx pulled down his underwear. Then, he carefully folded his clothes and placed them in the locker.
Fuck, are only perverts invited to this damn party?
“Wow, it’s not something to hide at all. If it were me, I’d walk around naked. Come here and wipe yourself.”
The man whistled. Sixx shrunk his large frame and went to the pool, scooping water with his hands. The water also smelled strongly of musk. The man watched leisurely as Sixx rubbed the heavily scented water on his neck and wrists, humming a tune.
“Instead of perfume, it’s better to rub it all over. Sometimes people like to smell it.”
Smell it? Who on earth would smell me? Sixx wondered, but he didn’t forget to wipe the areas that might have sweat. Even though secondary to the situation, he thought that if his thin clothes smelled of sweat, it could be fatal. Besides Sixx, there were several others sitting by the pool. Upon closer inspection, they all possessed bodies that resembled models, regardless of gender, and they didn’t seem to discriminate. It seemed like they were selectively chosen, perhaps for a party attended by the wealthy. His confidence plummeted rapidly, unsure if he belonged here, but he comforted himself with the thought that tastes vary. After wiping himself as much as he could, he turned to the man, who lightly tapped his face. Taking it as a sign to wear the mask, Sixx covered his face with the white mask. Then, the man slowly stood up and approached Sixx.
“The password?”
“The password?”
“There must have been a note inside the locker. It should be written there.”
Only then did Sixx remember the note’s existence. He quickly retrieved the note from the locker. When he unfolded it, it read, ‘The angel trapped in an aquarium.’ Reading it aloud, the man unexpectedly burst into laughter.
“Haha! ‘The angel trapped in an aquarium’… I knew it. What’s your name?”
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“Sixx.”
“Vlzz. Vagjcuf cjwf. Ccskjs, ktja sbe rff jcv tfjg abvjs, sbe rtbeivc’a wfcalbc la firfktfgf. Ktfs’gf fnfgsktfgf, jikjsr kjamtlcu jcv wbclabglcu sbe. Df mjgfoei ktja sbe rjs.”
“…Qts?”
“Tbe’ii olcv bea ktfc sbe ub atgbeut atja vbbg. Ktf wbwfca sbe rafq bea bo atlr gbbw, sbe yfmbwf j ‘atlcu.’ Rba j tewjc klat atbeutar jcv fwbalbcr, yea jc bypfma atja wbnfr jr atf uefra mbwwjcvr. Tbeg bcis ajrx abcluta lr pera atja. Obbx jgbecv, yftjnf ilxf atf batfg bypfmar. Mbiibk atf uefra’r ifjv. Snfc lo sbe rff rbwfatlcu ragjcuf, cfnfg gfjma. Gbc’a rqfjx. Dfmjerf sbe’gf pera jc bypfma.”
It was a bizarre command. He prided himself on having tried everything so far, but he found it hard to nod readily at the command to become an object. What on earth was happening in this mansion? Suddenly, Corbin came to mind. He must be somewhere in this mansion too. Sixx needed to find him quickly and escape from this strange place together. Since he set foot here, Sixx’s instincts had been warning him loudly. It was truly an alarm that hadn’t gone off since he escaped from the circus.
“Well then, good luck.”
The man smirked subtly. Feeling like the scent filling the room was getting thicker, Sixx left the room. Before long, he wished he could just go back there instead.
***
He walked towards the flickering light at the end of the dark corridor. Like the men who had escorted Sixx to the changing room earlier, a man wearing a black suit and a bronze-colored mask stood guard at the door. He requested:
“The password?”
“The angel trapped in an aquarium.”
After nodding, the man opened the door. Wow… Blinking in surprise at a sight he had never seen before in his life, Sixx stepped in. The mansion was elaborately decorated, like a royal palace. Crystal chandeliers hung, reflecting light dazzlingly against the high ceiling, and the floor was covered with a very expensive-looking soft carpet. It was such a place that one would need to crane their neck to look up. Sixx cautiously walked around. At the end of the long corridor was a grand reception room. Stepping into the room filled with the elegant lady’s laughter, Sixx stiffened as soon as he saw the scene inside. It was a sight that could be described as truly astonishing. He would have preferred if he had misseen it, but no matter how much he blinked, they didn’t change.
In that spacious reception room, people were dancing in pairs to the music. However, what was strange was not the fact that they were dancing, but their contrasting attire. One half of each couple was impeccably dressed from head to toe in a formal suit, wearing a glamorous mask adorned with extravagant feathers and decorations that one might see at a masquerade ball. On the other hand, their partners were almost naked, wearing nothing more than a thin robe that left nothing to the imagination and a plain white mask. While the hands of those in suits roamed freely over their partners’ robes, there was no reaction from the ones in the robes. Though they wore human skin, they seemed more like intricately moving dolls.
Sixx finally understood the meaning of being a “thing.” At this party, they were thorough puppets. They moved only as directed by the party’s guests, never leading the dance or showing unexpected movements. Whether their bodies were mocked or not, they simply followed the flow as if they were dolls, following what the guests wanted. Living dolls. That was their role. Watching the scene, Sixx felt a strange sense of déjà vu. In fact, it was something he had always done on stage as a child. Moving solely to meet the expectations of the audience, calculating carefully how his actions would be perceived. Taking on that role again after a long time, he could truly feel what his life had been like back then. This wasn’t something a “person” should do. Sixx passed through the reception room and headed to the next location. It wasn’t so much a room as a hall.
The hall seemed to be a space set aside for guests to rest. Transparent water flowed along the edges of the hall, and long tables were lined up in the center. On them were simple party foods prepared for the guests’ enjoyment. While the food itself looked diverse and delicious, Sixx couldn’t help but be astonished once again by the fact that the food was placed not on plates but on human bodies. They sat or lay down on the tables as if they were plates, almost naked without any clothes. It was an incredibly bizarre sight, but no one except Sixx seemed to find it strange. In fact, some guests were laughing and chatting while casually picking up the food placed on their bodies. However, to Sixx’s eyes, the smooth skin, slicked with oil-like substance, flinched every time it touched the cold silverware. And the guests seemed to enjoy that reaction, subtly touching sensitive areas while pretending to move the food. It was another form of entertainment prepared for the guests. His stomach churned. The contrast between the wealthy people enjoying themselves, venting their suppressed desires, and those who had to sell even the last shred of their dignity for money made him sickened. Clenching his lips and turning his head, Sixx noticed that there were people upstairs as well. Damn, there’s an upstairs too? The area to search had expanded. With the hope of seeing Corbin, Sixx quickly scanned the upstairs. There he was, leaning against the railing, facing each other head-on.
The man was not an object but a guest. He wore a plain mask with a simple gold pattern on it, over his all-black suit. Apart from the subdued attire, he was no different from the other guests, but for some reason, Sixx couldn’t take his eyes off him. He was an object, so he should never look at the guests too intently. However, he couldn’t move as if he were under a spell. What was strange was that the man also kept looking at Sixx. The black hair visible behind the mask… Could it be? There was a name that briefly crossed his mind, but Sixx outright denied the possibility. There was no way that person could be here. Despite knowing it well, he couldn’t tear his gaze away, standing still as if rooted to the spot, endlessly staring at him. Then someone bumped into him, snapping Sixx back to his senses, and the man seemed to regain his senses as well. When he looked up again, the man had disappeared without a trace. It felt as if he were possessed by a ghost, but Sixx decided to continue searching for Corbin. Perhaps it would be better to leave this place as soon as possible.
However, Corbin was nowhere to be found. From the outside, he thought the mansion was huge, but as he wandered around inside, he realized just how vast it was. Among the countless masks, he began to worry whether he would be able to find Corbin soon. It was fortunate that Corbin had noticeable physical features… Sixx sighed. As he walked through the labyrinth-like corridors, the numerous rooms lining up seemed to only increase his impatience. Moreover, each time he opened a door, he was afraid of what shocking sight would greet him next, now even feeling scared. Just a while ago, he quietly slipped out of the room after witnessing the scene of four gentlemen clinging to one object, shaking their genitals in a frenzy. Ugh… Sixx shuddered at the memory of that scene. If Sixx had been sought after so far, fortunately, it seemed that such a sturdy man wasn’t in great demand. But they say complacency is forbidden, don’t they? Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly found himself grabbed by someone who had suddenly appeared.
“……?”
The man was wearing a dark gray pinstripe suit with a black bowtie. He was about 15cm shorter than Sixx, and his mask bore intricate patterns reminiscent of an owl. Without realizing it, Sixx instinctively tried to shake off his hand, but then he remembered his role and managed to stop himself. He hadn’t found Corbin yet, so he couldn’t afford to be driven away from here just yet. Damn it! As Sixx lowered his gaze in resignation, the man behind the mask stared intently at Sixx. Even the intensity of his gaze seemed suffocating with greed and desire. “Care to dance with me?” The man’s voice was rough with excitement.
In the end, he was led back to the reception room where he first set foot. The man’s grip on his wrist was so tight that it hurt around the area. Frankly, if he had the mind to, he could easily overpower the opponent in a matter of seconds. Whether it was due to height, build, or the opponent’s body that didn’t seem to exercise much, Sixx’s victory seemed clear. However, Sixx knew well that what determined the hierarchy of the pyramid was never just brute force. The important thing was that the man was a guest and Sixx was an object.
Beautiful music flowed. The man with the black ribbon covering his eyes played the piano, while a woman with a white ribbon covering hers sang beside him. Finally, Sixx realized the origin of the opera-like music he had heard earlier. However, there was no time to appreciate the music. The man with the owl mask immediately drew closer. His left hand clasped Sixx’s hand, while the other wrapped around Sixx’s waist. It was only then that Sixx realized how unpleasant it was to be touched by this man without any regard for his feelings. However, there was no choice. Sixx had to dance with the man. The man led Sixx. It was more akin to the slow rhythm of dancing with that man while listening to Elvis Presley’s songs on a grassy field than the disco he had danced to with Lori a few days ago. It felt so regrettable to recall those precious memories that the heat emanating from the man’s warm hands felt cumbersome. Sixx tried to pull back as much as possible to minimize the area of contact with the man. It was clearly an act of functional coercion.
However, whether he didn’t notice or deliberately ignored it, the man seemed completely indifferent to Sixx’s responsive gestures of resistance. As time passed, the man’s hand moved further and further down until it reached Sixx’s thighs. At the touch of his hand stroking the muscles of Sixx’s thighs through the thin fabric, Sixx trembled with disgust. Of course, right next to him, other objects were undergoing the same, if not worse treatment, without showing any signs of wavering. However, unlike them, Sixx was not accustomed to being mocked.
This is my first time experiencing something like this. Damn bastard…!
With his hand becoming increasingly sticky, Sixx even cursed, which he usually didn’t do. He couldn’t help it without doing so.
If he touches my genitals, I’ll really kill him…
He didn’t know that the man with the owl mask was experiencing even greater pleasure from the paleness of his face and the stiffness of his body.
“Excuse me, may I boast for a moment? I’m quite lucky. People often call me a man of fortune. In fact, I’ve obtained everything I wanted. There hasn’t been a single thing I couldn’t get my hands on.”
The man whispered. Of course. You’ve probably been attending parties like this until you’re worn out. Sixx sneered inwardly. Judging by the familiar touch on his body, the man had probably done this a couple of times before. He must have taken things from such parties dozens, if not hundreds, of times.
“But there was one thing I missed once. It was a young, pretty boy. He slipped away from my grasp because he rebelled fiercely. It’s a pity, but understandable. He probably didn’t know what a pleasant experience it could be. His hair sparkled white just like yours… When I saw you earlier, I was reminded of that cute boy. That’s why, despite not being my type, my gaze fell on you.”
Suddenly, Sixx felt suffocated. Why, why hadn’t he realized until now! Sixx recognized the man behind the owl mask—the guest he referred to as the Crater. The disgusting smell of blood, the cackling voice, and those black eyes that made him sick just by facing them. Yes. The man was the one who tried to rape him over a decade ago when he was too young to even know what sex was. Realizing this fact, Sixx felt a visceral disgust towards everything about the man like never before. Even the man’s breath touching his skin felt so repulsive that he wanted to cut that part off. Could it be that the man also realized that he was the boy from back then? Sixx tried to examine the man’s face, but the mask covered it, revealing little. Sixx felt a chill from the man.
At the time, he didn’t understand, but now he knew that what the man had done was a crime serious enough to warrant decades of punishment. The man must have touched countless children. Yet, instead of going to prison, he wore his mask and targeted the next victim. Sixx gritted his teeth. If they had met outside, he would have killed him. The woman’s song was reaching its climax. When this song ends, the man will start his work in earnest. The man didn’t just grab him for some light teasing. He’ll definitely try to take him somewhere. Somewhere more discreet, with fewer people. Sixx quickly scanned the surroundings. There were too many eyes here. He couldn’t overpower the man here. Even though he knew he had to endure for now, Sixx felt a sincere urge to strangle him as the thick hand dug into his thigh. The man chuckled softly.
“Hehe, you have a really nice body. Your muscles are so well-defined, like a Greek sculpture with no flaws. Do you work out? Perhaps in something physical, like logistics?”
As he said, Sixx had worked in a warehouse. He had worked there for quite a while because they liked Sixx, who was strong and had good stamina. He quit six months ago because it was difficult to coordinate with other jobs, but he liked it because he didn’t have to think too hard. Sixx nodded vaguely. Then, as expected, when the song ended, he grabbed Sixx’s hand and led him somewhere. There’s something really good here. Even the guests here can’t taste just anything…
I’ll let you taste something special.
Sixx quietly followed the man. As soon as there were no more onlookers, he planned to beat him to a pulp.
Yeah, I’ll let you taste something good too.
The man took Sixx deep into the mansion. After turning and turning in the corridor, a white door appeared before them. Two men were guarding it. As expected, they demanded a password, and the owl mask whispered it in their ears.
It was a very quiet sound, but Sixx heard him say, “A fish caught in a trap.”
Without giving him a chance to find it strange that it didn’t sound like any password he had heard before, the door opened. The owl mask pushed Sixx inside. The room was decorated slightly differently from the other rooms in the mansion. If the places Sixx had passed through so far exuded a sophisticated atmosphere like a noble’s ball, this place emitted a decadent and gloomy aura like a club in the city. The lighting in the room was also a dazzling mix of bright orange and green. It was clearly not an ordinary room, but Sixx couldn’t figure out what it was for, causing confusion. Along the wall, there were rows of white torsos lined up. What were they for, and why did the man in the owl mask bring him here? Moreover, there were already clients in the corner. Several men in suits were surrounding and chuckling over an object. Seeing two pale and skinny legs sticking out between the men in suits, Sixx felt a pang of sympathy for the nameless man. Of course, it might be mere superficial sympathy. He didn’t know what would happen to him now either.
“Hey, wanna come closer?”
The man approached the torso and gestured to Sixx. Calculating the timing to throw a punch, Sixx went over to him.
“What on earth is this?” Glancing at the torso, the man made a disgusted face. As Sixx shook his head, the man grabbed Sixx’s hand and forcibly pulled it towards the chest area of the torso. Inside the mask, Sixx’s face contorted in disgust. What the hell is this pervert up to…!
However, as soon as he touched it, he was surprised by an unexpected aspect. The texture was much softer than he had thought. He had expected it to be as hard as a sculpture…
The man then picked up a glass from the table and brought it to the protruding nipple of the torso. “Here, wanna try some milk?” The man said. Sixx doubted his ears.
What the hell is this crazy guy saying? What, milk?
Even though his face couldn’t be seen, the man kindly added an explanation, sensing Sixx’s hesitation.
“This is just a machine designed to contain milk. What comes out is milk, but it’s designed like this for fun. The chest part is made of silicone, so the texture is quite realistic. So, hey, don’t be too suspicious and try squeezing some milk. Come on, hurry up!” The man urged Sixx.
Does this guy really want someone to squeeze milk from a chest? Damn it, I’ll just drink normally…
Anyway, he was such an annoying pervert. Sixx gritted his teeth and pressed the nipple of the torso. As he did, white liquid flowed out. Despite the sour and slightly bitter smell, it was undoubtedly milk, but because of how it came out, it did indeed look like human milk.
When the cup was half-filled with milk, the man clapped his hands, and Sixx quickly withdrew his hand from the strange contraption. As long as he kept up with this rhythm, it would be fine. However, the hand reaching for Sixx’s neck stopped short of its destination. Something was off. There was no way the reason the man had brought him all the way to this secluded room was just to squeeze milk from that stupid fake chest. There seemed to be something more to the milk.
The man smirked sinisterly and pushed the glass towards Sixx’s lips. “Go ahead, drink up. It’ll make you feel better…” The moment he heard those words, Sixx was certain. Drinking ordinary milk wouldn’t make you feel better. But the smell was clearly milk, so was it spiked with something? As the glass approached his lips, Sixx subtly avoided it and glanced around nervously. That is, he pretended to be scared. He also didn’t forget to pretend to nervously chew his lips.
Falling for Sixx’s act, the owl mask, now completely taken in, affectionately patted Sixx’s shoulder and licked his lips. “You’re trembling, aren’t you? Poor thing…” The man said. Sixx was indeed trembling. However, it was purely because he was anticipating the moment to break the filthy fingers that were touching his shoulder.
“No big deal. I just added a little medicine to the fresh milk to make you feel better.”
That wasn’t enough. Sixx hunched over, trying to look down on him as pitifully as possible. Physically looking down on him was impossible due to the height difference, but he tried to convey that feeling as much as possible. Fortunately, Sixx’s efforts seemed to have paid off as the man awkwardly brushed his hair aside.
“You’re a suspicious one, aren’t you? Don’t worry too much. It’s just a trendy drug these days. If you’re up for this kind of thing, you’ve probably tried drugs a few times yourself. Maybe the quality is even better than what you’re used to, and there won’t be much of a hangover. If you’re really worried, should I try it first?”
Whether the man deliberately intended to make Sixx take the drug or not, he took the glass to his lips while pushing it towards Sixx. White liquid could be seen flowing through the holes in the mask as he took a few sips and then shrugged as if to say, See?” This bastard is really trying to make me take drugs. Accepting the glass offered to him, Sixx pondered what to do. He had no intention of taking the drug. He thought about just pretending to drink it, but that persistent man might try to confirm whether he actually swallowed the milk. Should I just throw it away now? Although there were others on a couch a few meters away, they seemed to be immersed in their own play and paid no attention to Sixx and the owl mask. To check their reaction again, Sixx tilted the glass and glanced sideways. Then, as he turned around, he met the gaze of two men standing behind him on the sofa, their ‘goods’ laid out vulnerably between them. And there, among them, was a familiar face. It was Corbin.
Why are you lying there like that? He couldn’t even manage to get his voice out properly due to the shock. Even though their eyes met, Corbin didn’t seem to recognize Sixx. It wasn’t hard to figure out why. His eyes were glazed and unfocused, showing signs of being under the influence of drugs. He drank the milk. Damn it. Sixx knew Corbin well. He was overly dependent on alcohol, and although he had recently indulged in some cute antics selling drugs at clubs, he was never someone to touch drugs himself. He was the kind of guy who knew where to draw the line. It was clear that those damn bastards surrounding Corbin had forced him to take drugs. Their intentions were probably not much different from those of the owl mask. Then, Sixx heard the men chattering in his ear.
“Wow, he’s completely out of it. He was supposed to be a pushover from the start, with only one arm, but isn’t this feeding him too much? Even if he took off the mask, he’s just grinning like a jerk. Hey, I told you to feed him properly! It’s more fun to rebel, and there’s no fun if he doesn’t resist.”
Their laughter seemed to chill Sixx’s blood. In fact, he didn’t even realize it was a matter of course. To them, Corbin was nothing more than a ‘toy’ for a night, and whether the ‘toy’ was broken or not, they wouldn’t care. But Sixx was different. Corbin wasn’t a toy, he was his friend, his precious family. So he was angry. He was so angry that he wanted to turn into a monster right now and tear them apart, flesh and bone. Corbin’s limp arm and sweaty, matted hair stoked Sixx’s anger. He was experiencing firsthand what it meant to be blinded by rage. “Hey, you?” The owl mask, oblivious to the sudden change in the situation, called out to him. Sixx placed the glass on the table and faced him head-on.
“Do you remember me?”
“Re, remember?”
“It’s me, Sixx. Yeah, the boy you tried to rape in the circus. That’s me. You still smell of thick blood and flesh. No matter how much you try to hide it with perfume, that kind of smell doesn’t go away. I can feel it. Do you still rape and harm kids these days?”
“…Wait, you’re that wolf kid? Th-there’s no way…!”
“Yeah. But now you don’t have to worry about someone like me turning into a wolf and overpowering you.”
As his words ended, Sixx grabbed the man’s hand that was threateningly on his thigh and twisted his wrist. The man screamed in pain. The men who were humiliating Corbin turned their heads, but Sixx didn’t care. He tore off the man’s owl mask and threw it far away. It was the moment when the man’s disgusting face was revealed. Underneath was a seemingly innocent middle-aged man, the kind who would apologize first if he bumped into you on the street, with a weak impression. But the soul underneath was dirtier and more vicious than anyone else. He seemed more terrified of having the mask torn off than his broken hand as he screamed, looking at the mask flying far away. Sixx forcibly opened the man’s mouth and poured milk into it. The man choked, but Sixx didn’t stop until he emptied the glass. Milk dripped from the man’s mouth. It was disgustingly dirty. Eventually, perhaps feeling suffocated, the man coughed violently. Sixx grabbed the glass and slammed it into the man’s face, breaking his nose with a sickening sound. Then, unable to bear it any longer, the men behind rushed in all at once.
“Hey, what are you doing! Are you crazy? How dare you lay hands on the guest at our place!”
Sixx grabbed the hand reaching for him and slammed the man’s body attached to it straight to the ground. Without even thinking about getting up, he got on top of the whimpering man and punched him. Despite their apparent numerical advantage, they were nothing more than rich businessmen who jogged around in suits for recreation. They were no match for Sixx. He took care of the remaining three in turn. As he did, he wiped his blood-soaked hands on the expensive-looking sofa, worth thousands of dollars. The commotion seemed to spread outside too, as those guarding the front door rushed in and shouted at Sixx. But there wasn’t much time to deal with them, so he kicked them roughly, knocking them out, and then shook Corbin violently. Then, after blinking his eyes a few times, he called Sixx’s name in a hoarse voice.
“Sixx…? Is this a dream? Why are you here…?”
“I’ll explain later. Get up quickly. We’re getting out of this crazy party.”
However, Corbin couldn’t even get up properly. It was a sign that he was in very bad shape. In the end, Sixx had to help him. Like carrying a patient, Sixx lifted him onto his back and walked out into the corridor. He felt eyes on him, but what worried him more now was that Corbin’s body was very cold. Perhaps the organizers of this perverted party wouldn’t care even if a few objects died. They had the wealth to cover up those deaths and had several means to do so. To them, humans were an infinite resource to be thrown in, filling the dangerous desires of the powerful, and in return, they could easily obtain things that were hard to come by. If I hadn’t followed here, Corbin would have been a sacrificial lamb too. Fucking bastards! Sixx cursed. There was loud noise from behind. His footsteps quickened.
“Hey, there! Stop right there! Get him!”
It seemed like someone had noticed the mess he had caused. Sixx started running. Since he was already caught, he had to escape before more people caught up with him. He could hear footsteps tracking him from behind. They were increasing in number. This was bad. If he were alone, it wouldn’t have been so difficult to shake them off, but he had Corbin with him. Even though the weight was manageable, it wasn’t easy to hold onto the collapsing body trailing behind him while running. He called out his name, but there was no response, indicating that Corbin had probably lost consciousness. Moreover, the path was damn complicated. Turning corners as he pleased, when he regained his senses, he couldn’t tell exactly where he was anymore. Guests and objects were watching Sixx with wide eyes and mouths agape. Sounds of murmuring could be heard from all directions. Damn it, the situation wasn’t good. Then, finally, a steward caught up with him, grabbed Corbin’s arm, and collapsed. Sixx wrestled with him, and they both ended up rolling on the floor. The fall was momentary, but in an instant, the area around Sixx and Corbin was surrounded by men in suits. “Catch them,” someone ordered firmly. Then, the men restrained Sixx’s limbs. Corbin found himself in the same situation.
“Fuck, you fucking assholes!”
As Sixx thrashed around angrily, one of the stewards pressed a knife against Corbin’s neck. “Stay still.” It was a clear threat. Sixx bit his lips in anger. Somewhere along the line, it seemed to burst, and the taste of salty blood filled his mouth. Now there was nothing Sixx could do. They took Sixx and Corbin somewhere forcibly.
The place they were forcibly pushed to by the men was the large hall Sixx had visited earlier. The humans who had been serving dishes had been cleared out, and instead, a large stage was placed at the front of the hall. On it stood a man wearing a red cape, and his mask was the most splendid and unique mask Sixx had ever seen. He gestured to the men. It seemed like he was telling them to bring Sixx and Corbin here.
The hall was filled with countless people. They all stretched their necks and looked up at the stage as if waiting for something. The men holding Sixx pushed through the dense crowd and moved forward. Confirming that they had arrived under the stage, the man in the red cape nodded and stepped forward.
Something seemed to be about to happen. For some reason, an ominous feeling crept over him…
“Ladies and gentlemen, first of all, I apologize for starting the auction earlier than scheduled. Some of you may have already heard, but there was a slight disturbance a while ago. However, the disturbance has already been quelled, so there is no need to worry. Personally, I think it was a good catalyst for the auction, don’t you? Even if you weren’t planning to participate in the auction, I hope you stay and watch this one. A very interesting item has come up for auction.”
Oh my god…..the second I read owl mask I was like “it couldn’t be….” I liked that it put in perspective how scary he was when Sixx was little but how he was nothing but a small middle aged man, same with the other men behind masks. But I’m so scared going into this next chapter