Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 338: A Choice To Be Slave

The woods brimmed with unease, the atmosphere thick from the odors of perspiration, terror, and rot. Bill's groans pierced the quiet, his form draped across Paul's back, his complexion ashen and damp with moisture, his respiration faint and ragged. His limb had ballooned, the area near the bite turning dark, the stench of contamination hanging heavily.

Hailey gripped her father's limb tightly, her features drained of color from concern, her gaze shifting rapidly from Bill to the trail forward, her mouth quivering.

Lisa bent toward me, her words a hushed murmur by my ear, her exhalation warm on my flesh. "Boss... we also have antivenom in our vehicle."

I gave a nod, my stare fixed on Paul as he bore Bill's burden with effort, his sinews taut, his breathing heavy. The physician faced me, his expression frantic, his tone tense.

"Hey... Dexter..." He hesitated, gulping deeply, his throat moving visibly. "I need your help." His gaze begged, weary, shattered. "You're the only man here other than me... We need to take turns carrying Bill back to the base."

I grinned, my look derisive, icy, entertained. "Oh... Doctor..." I snickered, tilting my head, my manner casual yet laced with scorn. "Are you looking down on women?" My speech flowed evenly, but my stare was piercing, merciless.

"Don’t forget, we all came from a society that preaches gender equality." I opened my palms, feigning purity, provoking. "And why should I help you?" I drew nearer, my grin warping. "What’s in it for me?"

Mira's features contorted in fury, her tone biting, poisonous, slicing the atmosphere like a blade. "YOU—!" She advanced, her fingers balled into tight fists, her joints blanched. "You heartless bastard!" Her words quaked with wrath, her gaze scorching into me.

"We don’t need your help!" She seized Bill’s arm, attempting to draw him to her side, her tone fracturing with urgency. "I can carry my son myself!" Her breaths arrived in quick bursts, her bosom rising and falling rapidly, her cheeks reddened with ire and dread.

I snickered, shaking my head, my grin shadowy, entertained, ruthless. "Yeah, go ahead, Mira." My manner was derisive, nearly compassionate. "But look at him." I pointed toward Bill, his limb inflated, darkened, and leaking fluid from the injury, the odor of decaying tissue pervasive.

"He’s already half-dead." I lifted my shoulders, my tone frigid, conclusive. "My suggestion?" I waited, my gaze fastening on hers, steady, relentless. "Bury him here," I sneered, my manner cutting like a edge. "Save yourself the trouble."

Nicole’s tone splintered, her eyes bulging, incredulous, appalled. "How can you say that?!" She moved ahead, her fingers shaking, her visage pallid from astonishment. "He’s my brother!" Her voice shattered, her gaze filling with moisture. "You monster!"

I faced her, my grin keen-edged, steadfast, ruthless. "Oh, Nicole..." I derided, my tone oozing with pretended pity. "Look at his wound." I indicated Bill’s limb, the tissue already putrefying, the reek of demise adhering to him. "It’s infected." I raised my shoulders, my manner derisive, detached.

"I doubt antivenom will work now." I approached, my tone lowering to a murmur, icy, definitive. "And if you really want him to survive?" I halted, my gaze shining, ruthless. "Cut off his leg." My grin contorted, shadowy, entertained.

"But there’s no facility..." I lifted my shoulders, my tone frigid, steadfast. "Even if we hack it off with a knife... he’ll bleed out before we get him back." My stare shifted abruptly to Paul, my manner saturated with disdain, deriding.

"You’re a doctor, right, Paul?" I chortled, the noise shadowy, entertained. "Why are you giving them false hope?" I raised my shoulders, my grin ruthless, conclusive. "You know he’s a dead man walking."

Paul’s countenance grew stormy, his hold on Bill firming, his joints blanched. "You’re sick," he spat, his tone subdued, toxic, quivering with anger. "You enjoy this, don’t you?" His gaze seared into me, charging, repulsed. "You get off on watching people suffer!"

I chortled, the noise shadowy, deriding, entertained. "Oh, Paul..." I lifted my shoulders, my grin warping, ruthless. "I don’t enjoy it." I drew closer, my tone descending to a murmur, icy, definitive. "I accept it." My gaze scanned the assembly, pausing on Mira’s face streaked with tears, Nicole’s appalled look, and Paul’s enraged scowl.

"This is reality," I stated, my tone frigid, steadfast. "Out here, the weak die." I opened my palms, deriding, conclusive. "And Bill?" I raised my shoulders, my grin ruthless. "He was always weak."

Mira’s features warped in fury, her tone a growl. "You bastard!" She pressed on, her digit poking into my torso, her gaze aflame with loathing. "I swear to God, if my son dies—"

I interrupted her, my tone frigid, definitive, steadfast. "He’s already dead, Mira." My gaze fastened on hers, icy, deriding. "You’re just too stupid to see it."

Nicole released a strangled cry, her fingers covering her face, her frame trembling. "You’re evil," she murmured, her tone fractured, appalled.

The woods fell quiet, the sole noises the whispering of foliage and the far-off cries of fowl. Bill’s form dangled slack over Paul’s back, his respiration faint, his skin wan and sticky. The atmosphere brimmed with strain, the burden of despair weighing upon us all like a tangible pressure.

Hailey moved nearer to her father, her tone quaking yet resolute. "Dad, let’s go." She scowled at me, her gaze afire with disdain. "We don’t have to pay attention to this bastard."

Paul inclined his head, his mandible set, his clasp on Bill strengthening. Without further speech, he pivoted and began striding back along our route, Bill’s slack form jostling faintly with every stride.

I observed their departure, my smirk enduring. Then, I faced Mira and the rest, who were retreating, their postures bowed, their expressions contorted with dread and wrath.

"I can save your son..." I shouted, my tone slashing the quiet like a blade. "And I also have antivenom with me..."

Mira halted, her posture rigidifying. She rotated gradually, her gaze slitted, her features blending optimism and revulsion. Nicole prodded her, her tone a whisper. "Mom... he’s talking nonsense... don’t listen to him..."

I snickered, my grin shadowy, entertained. "Yeah, it’s your choice..."

Mira advanced, her tone quivering yet bold. "If you have antivenom... give it to me..."

I chortled, the noise frigid, deriding. "Why should I?" I angled my head, my gaze sweeping over her, dwelling on her contours, her cheeks heated with ire. "Just because you’re beautiful?" I snickered, my tone brimming with derision. "Oh, Mira... you think that’s enough?"

Mira’s cheeks colored further, her fingers clenching into fists. "You—!"

I interrupted her, my tone even, threatening. "If you want the antivenom..." I paused, my grin twisting, my gaze sparkling with entertainment. "You have to give something in exchange..."

Mira’s gaze sparked, her tone keen, toxic. "We’ll give you our food supplies... whatever we get today..."