Pampered By The Sadistic Academy Villain

Chapter 5

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n the hearth, but the air

ut a small crystal vial. Inside, a silver liquid

expensive healing draught in the academy,

ooden nightstand and pushed

ept his voice hard, refusing

He didn't move a muscle. He pressed h

e was a low, dangerous whisper. "Truth serum? Or

a man trying to feed a feral, starving w

nswer, the heavy suit

ht hand was wrapped in thick white b

up a stack of parchment. "The Board need

tting on the Headmaster's silk sheets, a flash of ugly,

An idea sparked in his

stood up, walked to the nightstan

ped th

n tipped his head back and downed more

tely black for a terrifying second. He swayed on his feet, his knees buckling slightly as a wave of intense vertigo hit him. A drop of silver escaped his lips and ran down his chin, staining the collar of his violet robe. Julian forced himself to breath

lack Mamba venom in it?" Juli

de with absolute horror. The Headmaster had just consumed a fo

s chest heaved. His brain w

was the first time he sounded genuinely unnerved. He

panic. "I want you alive. A dead

d toward Gideon. He snatched the pap

nough?" Julian h

ver his own feet as he scram

tood with his back to the room, sta

nutes, there was only

rape of glass against wood

eyes and let out

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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.”