Pampered By The Sadistic Academy Villain

Chapter 3

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reath he didn't kn

heavy oak doors. "Get

n. They took one look at Gideon pinned

ulian ordered, po

the heavy iron keys. One guard grabbed Kamari by t

ined grunt in his sleep.

ds, idiot!" he snapped. "If you break my

ly softened his grip, handling the unconscious boy like f

the dungeon and into the dim

ms marched toward them. They wore silver badges on thei

the hallway. Vance. He looked at the

"By academy protocol, this defective student damaged the ward

Vance would torture him until his magic circuits permanentl

et the coldness of Benedict'

how to run my academy, Va

ctor Malachi's order. The

laced his body directly betw

an sneered. "I a

a heavy obsidian seal-the Headmaster's absolute

voice flat and dangerous. "Kamari Monroe

d at the seal, his jaw tight. "You will hav

my sight,"

n spun on his heel and m

in from his shoulders. He t

rd that he was acting strange. He nee

y brushed the sweat-soaked silver hair away from Kamari's forehead

so hard on yourself?"

ied glances. The Headmaster was

t a violent flinch u

oked

his silver lashes, those golden eyes were locked onto Jul

he quickly pulled his hand bac

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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.”