She wore a black maid dress. Short skirt. White apron. Thigh-high stockings that hugged her aged but surprisingly toned legs.

Her foot was planted directly on the boy's crotch. Pressing down. Grinding.

"Master~" she cooed, face flushed with genuine pleasure. "Is this helping reduce your pain?"

The boy was crying.

Actually crying. Tears streaming down his face. Body trembling.

She noticed.

"Oh my. Still hurting?"

She reached beside her.

Jax's eyes followed.

A whip. And a burning candle.

She picked up the candle. Tilted it slowly.

Hot wax dripped onto the boy's nipple.

His body convulsed. A strangled scream escaped his gagged mouth.

She smiled sweetly. "I hope that helped, Master."

More wax. Other nipple.

Another convulsion.

"Please don't hesitate to tell me if you're feeling any more pain." Her voice was soothing. Motherly. Completely insane. "I can always shove this burning candle inside you to ease your suffering~"

Jax's hand moved on autopilot.

Straight to his rock-hard cock.

'Why the fuck is my stupid brain telling me to participate in this?'

He shook his head violently.

'No. No no no. Jax, don't do it. She will fucking devour you. Look at what she's doing to that kid.'

But his evil side whispered back.

'She's an elf. You have a mission. Fuck every race. This is the opportunity.'

'Plus... remember that raisin-dick mansion? The desires you couldn't fulfill? Lisa and her whip?'

'This is your chance to live those fantasies. For real.'

The woman flipped an hourglass upside down.

"Now then, Master~"

She climbed onto the bed. One foot on his stomach. The other directly on his dick.

"If you cum before this sand runs out, I'll have to assume you're unhealthy."

She pressed down harder.

"And unhealthy masters require... special treatment~"

The boy's muffled screams intensified.

Jax retreated from the door.

His heart was pounding. His cock was throbbing. His common sense was screaming.

But his decision was already made.

'She will serve me too. Jax, let's do this insanity.'

He moved back toward the waiting boys.

The old elf man was still standing guard. Oblivious.

Perfect.

"Soul Thief."

The skill activated instantly.

Jax's consciousness slammed into the old man's body.

He looked down at his wrinkled hands. Felt the aged muscles. The creaking joints.

'Now lets begin it.'

First order of business.

He walked to the human boy and unclipped his leash.

The boy stared at him with wide, terrified eyes. Confusion written all over his face.

Jax leaned close and whispered, "Pray to the god almighty Jax for saving your pathetic life. Now run. Fuck off. Don't look back."

The boy blinked. Once. Twice. His brain clearly struggling to process why his captor was suddenly releasing him.

The other two boys watched with equal confusion. Their eyes darting between Aldric's face and their freed companion.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of buffering, the human boy's survival instincts kicked in.

He bolted.

Didn't even look back.

'Smart kid.'

Now for the tricky part.

Jax walked back to where his real body lay slumped against the wall. Unconscious. Vulnerable. Looking like a sleeping idiot.

He crouched down and lifted his own body with Aldric's frail arms.

'Heavier than I thought. Or maybe this old bastard is just weak.'

He carried himself.

"All the best, handsome," he muttered to his own unconscious face. "You're about to have the time of your life. Or the trauma of your life. Probably both."

He grabbed a portion of the rope that connected to the leash system. Not much. Just enough.

Carefully, he tied his real body's hands together. Loose enough to escape easily. Tight enough to look convincing.

Then he propped his body up against the wall. Made it look like just another slave waiting in line.

Perfect.

Now came the hard part.

Waiting.

Jax stood guard in Aldric's body. Watching the door. Listening.

One minute passed.

The sounds from the room were... interesting.

"Master~ Does this hurt? Good~ Pain is just weakness leaving the body~"

A muffled scream.

Two minutes.

"Oh my~ You're more resilient than the last one~ Let's try something more intense~"

CRACK.

That was definitely a whip.

Three minutes.

The screaming had evolved into something almost rhythmic now. Like a twisted symphony of agony and pleasure.

Jax smiled with Aldric's wrinkled face.

'Healing, she calls it. Sure. And I'm a virgin saint.'

Four minutes.

"Ah~ Master~ Your body is reacting so beautifully~ See? The treatment is working~"

The vampire boy's cries had turned hoarse. Broken. The sound of someone whose vocal cords had given up before their torturer did.

Five minutes.

Jax was genuinely impressed now.

'That kid has stamina. I'll give him that. Most people would've passed out by now.'

Six minutes.

The sounds reached a crescendo. Something was definitely happening in there. Something that made the walls vibrate slightly.

Seven minutes.

Silence.

Then—

"Aldric! Send the next boy in!"

Jax's borrowed body stiffened.

'That's my cue.'

He immediately released Soul Thief.

The world spun. Colors blurred. His consciousness snapped back into his own body like a rubber band.

He gasped.

But he was back. In his own skin. His own muscles. His own magnificent body.

Hands still tied. Sitting among the remaining slaves.

Behind him, he heard a confused groan.

Aldric was waking up.

'No time to waste.'

Jax shot to his feet. Walked briskly toward the door. His tied hands swinging naturally in front of him.

The old man's groggy voice called out weakly. "Wha... what happened... why am I..."

But Jax was already at the door.

He took a deep breath.

'Come on. Greatest actor. Time to give the performance of a lifetime.'

He threw himself forward.

Face-first into the ground.

A dramatic dive. A painful landing. His body skidding slightly on the wooden floor. Made it look exactly like someone had shoved him violently from behind.

He lifted his head slowly. Eyes wide and glistening. Lips trembling pathetically. His entire body shaking with manufactured terror.

The perfect picture of a frightened, innocent boy who had no idea what horrors awaited him.

And in his most broken, pathetic, absolutely Oscar-worthy voice:

"Please... send me back to mama..."

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