My name is Snow (Part II)
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The cold water splashed onto the young man lying on the ground with a loud splash. His body trembled, and he immediately opened his eyes, startled awake. However, the second bucket of water continued to pour down on him.
“Cough! Cough cough cough…” Unable to hold his breath, the water mercilessly flooded into Ellyad’s nostrils, causing him to cough violently, feeling uncomfortable and unable to control himself. Unfortunately, he couldn’t manage to either pat his chest to clear his airway or wipe away the water droplets covering his face.
Ellyad’s hands were tied behind his back, and his feet were bound together, leaving him lying on his side, continuously coughing and trying to find a way to expel the water from his throat.
As the third bucket of water was poured down, Ellyad quickly held his breath. However, the water deliberately aimed for the wound on the back of his head, causing waves of revived pain that almost made him scream out.
“It seems like he’s fully awake now, doesn’t it?” It was the voice of that unnamed master again. Ellyad, his vision blurred by the water droplets, turned towards the source of the voice, only to see two tall figures in front of a flickering hearth. The flames danced gently on the furnace wall, surrounded by many dusty boxes, indicating that this was a small room used for storing discarded items.
“Taylen, is this the ‘Nameless Fighter with Thirty Consecutive Wins’ you mentioned? He doesn’t look like it at all. If you’ve caught the wrong person, I don’t want to share a cell with you.”
“That’s because you haven’t seen it with your own eyes. Thanks to him, I’ve won countless silver coins.” Taylen, the nameless master, took out several silver coins from his pocket, disdainfully tossing them on the ground. He pointed at the coins with his chin and said to his companion, “Those are for you. Pick them up and see if they’re real. Follow me, and you’ll feast on lavish meals every day, with fine wine and beautiful women after dinner. Hahaha!”
His companion clicked his tongue, silently picking up the coins and pocketing them without saying another word. Then, he turned his gaze to Ellyad, who was lying on the ground, and snorted disdainfully at him.
Due to multiple rejections from Ellyad, who was a nameless individual, Taylen had been unable to successfully recruit him into his own ranks. This was an unbearable humiliation for the citizens of the Iron Gray Nation. Finally, infuriated by his shame, Taylen decided to use force to abduct Ellyad.
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“I’ve investigated nearby, and it seems you don’t have a master. That black-haired guy from last time hasn’t shown up again to interfere. Since things have come to this, don’t you regret not submitting obediently from the start? You could have enjoyed different levels of treatment, and wouldn’t have ended up like this. Do you regret it now?”
Taylen’s foot approached Ellyad’s eyes, and only then did Ellyad notice that his gray scarf was still damp and hanging around his neck. Seeing the scarf’s end almost being stepped on by Taylen’s foot, he quickly twisted his body and moved back slightly, allowing the scarf to avoid being trampled. Ellyad breathed a small sigh of relief. His movement didn’t arouse suspicion from Taylen, who likely thought of it as a common fear response.
“Well, ready to submit now?” Taylen kicked Ellyad’s shoulder, flipping his body to face him, so Ellyad could clearly see the difference in status between a nameless one and them.
Using the dirty tip of his boot, Taylen lifted Ellyad’s chin and applied pressure to his throat bit by bit, depriving Ellyad of smooth breathing. Only then did Ellyad start to struggle and resist in fear, but being bound all over, he was powerless.
As the fear of suffocation intensified, his heart raced uncontrollably. Just when Ellyad’s consciousness was about to drift away due to lack of air, Taylen satisfiedly laughed at Ellyad’s bluish face and moved his foot away.
“Hey, quit fooling around. Weren’t you saying earlier that his nameless mark was near his neck? Are you serious or just bluffing?”
The reason the man couldn’t believe it was because, from ancient times to the present, very few people would intentionally brand a nameless one around the neck. After all, it’s too close to the carotid artery, and if one isn’t careful, it’s easy to kill a nameless one outright. Although nameless ones are lowly, no one would deliberately kill them before enslaving them unless they were sadistic psychopaths who enjoyed killing for its own sake.
“Of course I’m serious. Don’t believe me? See for yourself.” Taylen dragged Ellyad up and tore open his collar, revealing the scar of the brand.
“Is this for real?” The man rubbed the brand, checking if it was just drawn on to scare people. But he quickly noticed the difference in skin color and the wrinkles from the burn, making it hard to believe. “This guy is something else. He really was branded near the neck. The person who branded you back then was probably trying to kill you, huh?” The man examined the scar, realizing it had been there for quite some time. Most nameless ones are branded when they are young children, and usually, a child wouldn’t be able to endure such cruelty.
“Huh? Hey, Taylen, take a look at this!” The man suddenly made a new discovery on Ellyad’s body. He roughly tore open Ellyad’s right sleeve, revealing the dark red totem of a hero.
“What’s this, a hero totem? What are you trying to do, a nameless one like you, trying to mimic the mark of a hero? Haha, this is too hilarious! My goodness, this is just too ridiculous!” Taylen burst into laughter on the spot. He grabbed Ellyad’s arm, shaking it while mocking, “You nameless ones are scum even in the eyes of the Goddess Elena. You’re the lowest of the low among all creatures. Do you really think drawing a totem on your arm will earn you the goddess’s favor and elevate you to our level? That’s just hilarious!”
Ellyad remained silent throughout, focusing entirely on the scarf slipping off him, fearing that if it fell to the ground, it would draw the attention of the two and be picked up.
“Hey, I just feel like something’s not quite right about this tattoo,” the man said suspiciously, looking at the dark red totem. He couldn’t shake the feeling that this tattoo was different from the ones on other young people’s bodies.
“What a spineless wuss. Take a close look at his other arm,” Taylen said as he ripped off Ellyad’s shirt this time and grabbed his left hand. The totem symbolizing the hero was supposed to be on both arms, yet there was no totem on Ellyad’s left arm.
“What? This guy’s a fake!” The man finally calmed down, then joined in mocking the nameless one’s pretentious fake tattoo.
“Of course, what do you expect? How could a nameless one ever be a hero? Don’t disgrace the sacred heroes, or you might incur the wrath of the Goddess,” Taylen laughed loudly as he shoved Ellyad away. Unfortunately, the force caused the scarf to slip off Ellyad, who panicked and rushed to cover it with his body.
To Ellyad, this scarf was second only to his life—it was practically equivalent to his life. Therefore, he wouldn’t allow anyone to dirty it, no matter what.
Taylen’s gaze casually noticed the snow-white, bare back of Ellyad, covered with scars from whipping, cutting, and burning. It was evident that this nameless one had also endured quite brutal torture. He couldn’t help but reach out and roughly rub the scars on Ellyad’s back, sneering, “Hey, Mr. Hero, where are your wings? Need me to help you install a pair? Hahaha!”
As if he was addicted to touching, Taylen’s face revealed a lewd expression. He straddled Ellyad’s prone body, chuckling softly as he reached out to touch Ellyad’s chest. Unfortunately, Ellyad could only struggle silently. He was like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, powerless to escape. His strength was almost depleted, and resisting now would only bring him more pain.
Taylen’s companion caught onto his intentions and sneered, “What are you doing? He’s a man, stop with this disgusting act.”
“What nonsense are you talking about? Haven’t you noticed? Look at his face.” Taylen grabbed Ellyad’s face and roughly pushed aside his bangs, revealing a pair of awe-inspiring amber eyes on his snow-white skin. Those eyes seemed to burn with starlight, more akin to dazzling golden-brown than wheat.
Ellyad merely glanced at the man’s companion, who met Ellyad’s gaze and couldn’t help but be drawn in by the radiance of his willpower. He couldn’t help but admire, “Not bad-looking, after all.”
“Hmph, if you want him, you’ll have to wait your turn,” Taylen said, lowering his head and licking Ellyad’s back, eagerly preparing to undress him.
The man, seeing this lewd scene, only snapped out of it afterward, saying, “You talk as if it’s nothing, I was almost fooled by you. Sober up! If you want to do that, go find a woman. I don’t want to get dirty by a nameless one. If this gets out, just see if any woman would dare sleep with you.”
“Oh, forget it, you’ve killed my mood,” Taylen said, losing interest. He stood up from Ellyad and suddenly smirked, saying, “On second thought, this guy hasn’t made a sound from start to finish, despite being beaten all over. Why don’t we brand him again and see how he screams?”
Upon hearing Taylen’s words, Ellyad’s face turned deathly pale in an instant. He could never forget the immense agony he endured when he was branded, pain so excruciating it felt capable of ending his life.
“Taylen, will you ever stop? Sigh, do whatever you want, just be careful not to maim him. He’s a lucrative asset for us,” the man reminded, stirring a few slender iron rods by the stove, sparks flying intermittently.
Seeing Ellyad finally showing signs of fear, Taylen arrogantly bluffed, “It’s just a brand; adults shouldn’t die so easily. Oh, and since you’re so keen on being a hero, how about branding some wings for you?”
‘No, please!’
Taylen pulled out one of the red-hot iron rods from the fire, wisps of white smoke curling and dissipating. Ellyad’s spirit wilted as he desperately shook his head, the fear from his past experiences causing his body to tremble uncontrollably, unable to stop even if he wanted to. But he couldn’t beg for mercy from these two, he knew it would be futile and only incite their sadism, leading to even more brutal torture.
‘No, please, stop!’ His heart screamed for help, but Ellyad had no one to turn to. He immediately thought of Thrett’s pledge, but witnessing Thrett fall, get shackled, and carted away, could calling out to him now make any difference?
The more Taylen laughed, the more excited he became. He couldn’t wait to hear the agonizing screams of the nameless one as he forcefully pressed the iron rod onto Ellyad’s back.
UM UM? HELLO AUTHOR?? I’D LIKE TO SPEAK TO YOU??? THRETT MY GUY SOMEONE ANYONE SAVE ELLYAD PLEASE
Why does he have to be tortured in this way and all alone? It’s to cruel. however, thanks for the chapter
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Thrett better get over here and pull their hearts out of their throats before I march in there and DO IT MYSELF FITE ME YOU PILES OF HUMAN-SHAPED GARBAGE