Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 259: You... You Are Not Human

Angela’s breathing hitched, yet she refused to retreat. "I am not your property, Tyler. And neither is he."

In a blur of motion, Tyler’s hand shot out, seizing her by the throat. Angela let out a sharp gasp, her nails digging into his wrist in a desperate attempt to free herself, but he remained unmoved. "Everything belongs to me," he snarled, his features distorted by a mask of rage.

"If you ever lose sight of that again, I will ensure you live to regret it." With a violent shove, he sent her reeling backward, nearly knocking her off her feet.

The heavy oak door groaned as it swung open. Angela entered first, her body stiff and her chin held high in a show of defiance—but the truth was written on her neck. I saw it instantly: the angry, crimson imprint of Tyler’s fingers, a savage brand left upon her skin.

My jaw clenched tight at the sight, a surge of something raw and ancient boiling within me. Was it fury? Was it possessiveness? Or was it simply the bitter realization that this powerful woman was being treated like a mere pawn in a larger game?

Tyler strode in behind her, his bodyguards trailing him like dark omens. With a sharp flick of his hand, one guard barked a command at the servants in the corridor. "Get out. Now." Without a word, the women fled with their heads bowed, leaving the room in a heavy, suffocating silence. The door clicked shut, locking us inside.

Angela approached me with measured steps, her face a mask of neutrality. However, as she drew near, I caught a glimpse of something hidden in her eyes—it might have been terror, or perhaps it was wrath. "Mike," she murmured, her voice so low it was almost a breath. "Do not say a single word."

Tyler let out a dark, mocking chuckle as he stepped up to stand beside her. "Oh, don’t you worry, Angela," he drawled, his eyes scanning me with blatant contempt.

"Your little pet and I are about to have a very enlightening chat." His fingers twitched at his sides, as though he were itching to wrap them around her throat once more—or perhaps mine.

I kept my gaze locked on his. "Is that so?" I responded. My voice was steady, but my muscles were coiled like a spring, ready for violence.

Tyler’s smirk grew wider, his lips curling like a beast about to feast. "You’ve got quite the mouth, kid. I like that." Suddenly, his hand lashed out with terrifying speed, grabbing Angela’s wrist and jerking her hard against his chest.

She didn't let out a sound, but I noticed the subtle catch in her breath and the way her free hand balled into a white-knuckled fist. The atmosphere between them was thick with a violent, crackling energy.

"Because I enjoy a man with spirit," Tyler added, his tone dripping with sadistic intent. "It makes the breaking process so much more satisfying." His fingers squeezed her wrist, his thumb pressing into the fresh bruises on her neck. "You picked a fight with the wrong person, boy."

Every instinct I possessed screamed at me to lung at him, but I forced my body to remain still. Now was not the moment. Not quite yet.

Tyler turned his head slightly, maintaining eye contact with me as he tossed a casual order to his men. "Castrate him." He sounded as indifferent as if he were ordering a drink. "Any man who even dreams of touching what is mine doesn't deserve to be a man at all."

The decree hit with the weight of a physical strike. I was stunned—not by the threat, but by how rapidly he had turned to such a barbaric punishment. This wasn't merely about power; it was about the total destruction of anyone who dared challenge his rule.

The largest of the bodyguards moved forward, sliding a shimmering blade from his belt. He tested the edge with his thumb, the cold steel flashing in the light. "The boss wants this done slowly," the man growled, his voice sounding like grinding stones. "I'll make sure you feel every second of it."

Angela’s hand tightened painfully on my arm. "Tyler, please—" she started, but he silenced her with a sharp movement.

"Shut up, whore," Tyler spat, his eyes gleaming with a predatory light. "You’re going to watch. You’ll learn exactly what happens when someone lays a hand on my property."

I felt the chill of the blade against my neck, the sharp metal starting to bite into my skin. But fear didn't come. Not this time. The Eternal Vitality flowing through my system made my flesh harder than any steel—no blade, no bullet, not even a missile could break my skin. I was beyond his reach. And Tyler? He had no clue what kind of monster he had just provoked.

I met his stare, my voice calm and tinged with amusement. "You are making a massive mistake."

Tyler’s laughter erupted, filled with sadistic joy. "Oh, kid. This is going to be a blast." He leaned closer, his breath smelling of booze and ego. "By the time I’m finished, you’ll wish you had never even looked at her."

I threw my head back and let out a laugh—a deep, genuine sound that blindsided everyone in the room. The laughter echoed sharply against the walls. "You have no idea who you've just crossed... Ha ha ha!"

Tyler’s grin flickered. Confusion crossed his face as his brow furrowed. "The brat has gone insane from fear," he sneered, struggling to maintain his dominate facade. "Ha! Look at him, he's lost his mind before I've even drawn blood!"

I wiped a fake tear from my eye, still chuckling as I looked him in the eye. "Oh, Tyler," I said, shaking my head slowly. "Do you honestly believe you're the one in control here?" My voice dropped to a cold, lethal whisper. "You have no concept of what is about to happen to you."

All traces of Tyler's amusement vanished. His eyes narrowed to slits, his grip on Angela’s wrist tightening. "What the hell are you talking about?"

I gave him no answer. Instead, I let the silence hang heavy, allowing my words to fester. The bodyguards shifted their weight, their confidence beginning to crumble as they looked toward their employer. Even Angela stared at me, her expression a mix of shock and intense curiosity.

Tyler’s face reddened with fury. "You think you're untouchable?" he hissed, shoving Angela aside to step into my space. "You think your jokes will save you now?" He snatched the blade from his guard's hand and pressed it violently against my throat. "I’m going to cut that smile right off your face."

I didn't flinch. I didn't even blink. "Go ahead," I challenged, my voice eerily calm. "Try it."

The blade pressed harder, but my skin refused to give way. Tyler’s eyes widened in disbelief as the steel began to bend against my neck, as if he were trying to cut through solid stone. "What the—?"

I moved my hand slowly, wrapping my fingers around the metal. With a simple, effortless flick of my wrist, I snapped the blade in two like a dry twig. The bodyguards gasped, recoiling as if they had witnessed a miracle. Tyler stumbled back, his face turning ghostly pale, his breathing coming in ragged gasps. "What the fuck are you?"

I let the broken pieces of the blade clatter to the floor, my eyes never leaving his. "I am your worst nightmare."