Pampered By The Sadistic Academy Villain

Chapter 2

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the dungeon, burn

ngle drop of the green acid had splashed onto his knuckles,

ipped onto his knees, craw

s voice cracked in terror. "I was

onstantly pushed Kamari past the breaking point in the

g sound came f

laugh. It was a broken, wet sound that

asped. His golden eyes locked onto Julian, burn

otagonist just used his first name. T

character now, the magical world would sense the shift.

ay the monst

. Instantly, a cold, stagnant force crashed against his chest, violently expanding in his veins and nearly suffocating him. Panic flared as the unfamiliar sensation overwhelmed his senses. He jerked his ri

ity magic slammed do

t hit the stone floor so hard the breath was knocked out o

at Gideon's crushed form, unable to process what

etely blank. His stomach churned viole

ght hand. He walked over to the iron brazier burning in the

reen. The leather curled a

rn. His chest rose and fel

n cross. He stopped exactly one step out of Kamari's reach. He clasped

mplifying his voice so it would bleed throu

He looked at Gideon, then brought his eyes back to Kamari. "No one steps foot in t

st the floor, his eyes

his head loll, but he fought to keep his eyes o

just do it," Kamari whispered.

body went entirely limp against t

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“I woke up to the suffocating smell of copper and sulfur, my fingers wrapped around a blood-soaked leather whip. Hanging from an obsidian cross in front of me was a boy with silver hair and dead, golden eyes. His pale chest was torn open to the bone. I recognized those eyes immediately. I had spent three years describing them on my laptop. He was Kamari Monroe, the tragic, overpowered protagonist of my own web novel. And I wasn't just a bystander. I was Benedict Guerrero, the sadistic academy headmaster. The ultimate villain. A reel of images flashed in my mind: my original ending. Kamari, fully awakened, skinning me alive and burning my soul in a furnace for forty-nine days. My loyal attack dog, Gideon, stepped forward with a basin of glowing green liquid. "Headmaster, let me wake him up with this bone-rot acid so you can resume." If that acid hit Kamari, his hatred would become permanent. My gruesome death would be sealed. But if I broke character and apologized, the magical world would sense the shift, and Kamari would just think it was a sicker, more twisted trap. How was I supposed to survive a death sentence I wrote myself? I couldn't show weakness. I had to play the monster to survive. Suppressing my terror, I smashed the acid basin, healed his ruined flesh with agonizing dark magic, and lied straight to his face. "Someone had to be the monster to push you into the fire." This time, I will rewrite my own fate.”