There were bandages floating around the bathtub, the same magic bandages that had been used to wrap around Mutt's hands and feet to prevent the cat-man boy's limbs from softening.
But the magic on these bandages was obviously not designed to be waterproof. They lost their magic when soaked in hot water and came loose from Mutt's hands and feet. But because Mutt was not protected by those bandages, he returned to his "original shape", and his hands
The legs and feet were softened and elongated, like dead snakes soaking in the pool!
Because his hands and feet were in such a state, Mutt, who had lost his limb support, could not even sit on the edge of the bath. Therefore, he lay on his side and sank, with his nostrils sinking below the water level of the bath!
"Woo! Gududududu------!" The cat boy tried his best to pop his head out of the water, and along with the bubbles, he spat out a few vague words: "---Gu (rescue)---
Du(me)!＂
"Well, the octopus boy is going to drown." Albert said this unexpectedly.
"Woo!" Mutt's head sank to the surface of the water again. Before sinking, he did not forget to give Albert a fierce look. If his hands and feet could move, he would have been looking for the murder weapon in the bathroom.
It hit the tiger on the head.
"Okay, okay, don't panic." Albert then walked over slowly and pulled the drowning kitten out of the water: "Hey, you haven't suffocated yet?"
"Ugh! Cough, cough, cough!" Mutt coughed violently several times, spitting out all the water in his stomach: "Oh no, I almost died!"
Albert glanced at the cat boy's softened and elongated hands and feet again. There was still a long part of them soaking in the bath, just like noodles soaked in the soup. Mutt almost drowned.
, the situation was actually quite serious, but for some reason, Albert couldn't help but want to laugh.
"Pfft..." Albert tried his best to suppress his urge to laugh. After finally taking a breath, he began to scold: "I reminded you, don't go take a shower alone."
, you will be paralyzed as soon as the bandage is loosened. I try to persuade you with good intentions, but you always don’t listen.”
"How do I know! Everything was fine when I washed my body and showered just now, and there was no sign of the bandage coming loose! But when I soaked in the bath, it suddenly failed!" the cat boy shouted innocently: "
Ahhhhh, stop talking and do something! I can’t feel my legs!"
"You can't feel it, idiot." Albert went over and pulled out the plug at the bottom of the bath. The water level dropped rapidly and stopped when it reached about half the depth of the bath. Only when there was no danger of drowning did the tiger
The cat boy threw him back into the bath: "You really deserve it. Fortunately, most of the effect of the muscle relaxant has passed, and it no longer causes muscle spasms. Otherwise, you will have to suffer again."
He walked to the shower stall nearby and began to take off his shirt.
"Wait! You, what are you doing?!" Mutt turned around and saw Albert taking off his clothes, his face turned pale. He had a very bad feeling.
"Is there something wrong with me in the shower?" Albert even took off his pants and washed the soap suds from his body in the mist of the shower room: "They are all men, why are you so shy, meow? Look at you, you have both hands."
You probably didn't wash your feet, so you hurriedly jumped into the bath with a bandage, right? If you are so dirty, you have already taken a bath? In the end, you have to wash it for you, which is very troublesome."
"No, no need!" the cat boy refused with all his strength.
"Ahahahaha~!" Albert ignored Mutt's plea (resistance) and begged (protest) at all, and jumped into the bathtub without hesitation. Splash! Water splashed everywhere, and the cat man boy's face was splashed.
"You wash your body quite quickly." Mutt looked at Albert coldly, as if he wanted to kill someone.
"If you think it's fast, then it's fast." Tiger grinned wickedly, "Come on, come on, give me your hands and feet, and I'll help you wash them~"
"They are all paralyzed and cannot move, have you forgotten?" The cat boy gave the tiger a blank look, looking angry and helpless.
The tiger chuckled and reached into the water to look for Mutt's hands and feet.
Although the water level in the bath has dropped by half and is much safer, the cat boy's limbs are still paralyzed and weak. The numbness extends to his shoulders and most of his butt. He can only rely on his own waist strength to support him.
He reluctantly sat in the pool to avoid drowning.
The water level was about a little over half of his lower abdomen, which was just in a position that made him feel itchy and uncomfortable. Steam was rising and smoke filled the air, and the massage water coming out of the luxurious bathhouse brought countless bubbles, impacting his whole body -
----Apart from these "measures" to hide his shame, he was completely naked, lying in the same bathtub as Albert. In the warm water, the cat boy's face was flushed due to the heat.
His face was also flushed with embarrassment.
At this time, Albert picked up one of Mutt's thin and long arms that was soaking in the bathtub and played with it. He scratched it and said with interest: "Wow, it's so soft~ It turns out that even the bones are soft, meow~ You kid
You have amazing bones and a special physique."
Mutt did not speak, and even looked away, deliberately ignoring Albert. He looked at the scenery outside the terrace, and from the luxurious bathtub in this luxurious bathroom, he looked up at the clouds in the blue sky through the water mist.
Seeing that Mutt ignored him, Albert picked up soap and rubbed the cat boy's arms, saying to himself: "The arms and legs are indeed cartilage, cat. I really want to know what the structure of your waist is.
Is it also stretchable cartilage?"
"God knows." Mutt replied in a low voice: "I was very young when I was put into the octopus pot by the slave master. At that time, I had one of my legs broken and I lost consciousness in pain. I had no idea what kind of details they had about my body.
What did they do? But I think they must have broken my spine as well. If they didn’t do that, my body would definitely not be able to fit into the takopot."
"Will it hurt meow?"
The cat boy looked away from the blue sky, turned back and gave Albert a white look: "You didn't listen, I said that I fainted from the pain when my first leg was broken."
"I mean, after that." The tiger kept rubbing foam on the cat boy's softened and thinned arm until it was as thick as a stick: "The bones in the whole body are smashed, it will definitely not be easy to recover, right?"
The pain will definitely last for several months, right?"
"No." The cat boy looked at Albert in astonishment, hesitating whether he should continue the conversation at the tiger's pace.
But he thought for a while and finally plucked up the courage to speak: "Before the hole at the bottom of the octopus pot was opened, the pot was filled with a gel that had anesthetic and sterilizing effects. At first, when I lay in it, I felt nothing.
I felt like my body was melting. It was actually quite comfortable.
But after that, things got bad. The antibacterial gel would eventually lose its effectiveness and would inevitably become dirty after being mixed with the slaves' bodily fluids and excrement for a long time. The slave owner had to open the stopper at the bottom of the octopus pot to let the waste
The liquid flowed away. Then they just kept filling the pot with water, pouring a lot of sea water, and washing the [formed] slaves in the pot... cleanly."
Albert frowned and said nothing. He remembered that Phileos once mentioned the various miserable tortures that slaves locked in octopus pots would suffer. In order not to touch Mutt's pain, here is still
It is better to remain silent.
"I still remember the situation at that time." The cat boy shuddered: "As long as it is handled properly, eight out of ten slaves stuffed into the octopus pot can survive, which is considered [successful transformation]. My master put
Hundreds of octopus pots filled with people were stored in a cellar. There were countless drainage holes in the ceiling of the dark cellar.
Every three days, the so-called "bath water" will flow from the ceiling. The cold seawater falls like a rainstorm and flows into the octopus pot, washing away the dirt discharged by the slaves. The dirt in the pot is washed away.
, flows along the drain hole at the bottom of the octopus pot, and flows into the sewage system of the cellar. Every time [cleaning] is completed, the stench in the cellar will temporarily subside, replaced by the fishy smell of sea water, and...
....The smell of blood...the smell of rotting internal organs."
"The internal organs... are rotten?" Albert's face darkened.
"Because even if they are put into the pot and survive, some slaves will still slowly die. The blood flowing out of the octopus pot during cleaning proves that the slave is not alive. Then my master's men will take that slave
Take away the person and the pot and dispose of them. I have seen this kind of thing countless times. Sometimes I can't help but envy them. Maybe that is the real relief."
Albert snorted.
"The slaves in the octopus pot are only allowed to eat once a day, and a liquid that is as unpalatable as pig food is injected from the hanging hose. In order to prevent the slaves from biting their tongues to commit suicide, the hard feeding tube is buckled on the slaves' face with a sleeve. Usually, it is almost
It never leaves our mouths. With our mouths blocked, we can't cry out, we can only moan like animals. We have neither dignity nor humanity.
Among us dying slaves, there are occasionally a few with good faces. They will be taken away regularly, used as some kind of decoration, and displayed like vases in the collection room where the slave owner shows off, for those who want to show off.
For the entertainment of psychopathic big shots."
"What about you?" Tiger asked tentatively.
Mutt shuddered deeply again, with a look of immense shame on his face: "They will come and take me away probably every other month...to wash me clean and perform a ritual for the master...
....Serve......"
"If you don't want to talk, just don't mention it." Albert stopped quickly.
Mutt looked at the tiger man youth with a pale face and took a deep breath: "That place is a complete hell. It's dirty and smelly. People are treated like livestock. They are not even allowed to choose to die. They can only survive."
.I don’t even know how I survived that kind of hellish place. Maybe it’s because I was a slave since I was a child and was tortured to the point of numbness. I don’t even know what dignity is. I see.
Watching other slaves go crazy, despair, and finally die weakly in a takotsubo, I know that I will eventually become like them."
"But you survived, you are stronger than them." The tiger touched a leg in the water, took it out of the water and took a look, and immediately smiled and said: "Hey, look at this kitten's legs. What a cute pink ball of flesh."
Mutt gave Albert another hard look, protesting against this guy who ruined the atmosphere.
"At that time, I had almost reached my limit. My master seemed to have sold many slaves for economic reasons. There was a shortage of labor in his factory, and there were fewer and fewer slaves who could stuff them into octopus pots. What he had left was
I didn’t buy many [collections], so I worked hard to play with the few remaining collectibles that were not broken. Those days were really difficult. Maybe in another month, a week, or even one more day,
I will die of physical and mental exhaustion."
Mutt continued with a face full of pain: "In the end, Father Sphinx saved me. He saved me, and saved me who was being abused by my master. He cut off my master's head angrily and beat me.
He broke the octopus pot and picked me up from the ground without disdain for me being covered in dirt. He touched my forehead like he was caring for his own child and told me not to be afraid."
"That was the first good thing that ever happened to me in my life." At this point, the cat boy shed tears.
Albert washed the cat boy's little feet with soap and groaned: "It's no wonder you are so devoted to Father Sphinx. After all, he appeared and saved you when you were most desperate."--
----Hey, I saved your life just now, but why don't you show any gratitude at all?"
Mutt squinted at Tiger with disgust: "There's no comparison between you and Daddy Sphinx, you pervert."
"Very good, let's not mention this." Tiger shrugged and washed the soap bubbles on the cat boy's paws with water: "However, you should also know very well that Father Sphinx is not a good person. He is
The gangster. He kills like crazy and is lawless. You said you can do anything for Daddy Sphinx. But what if one day, he asks you to kill someone?"
"I can do it too." Mutt replied without thinking.
Albert continued to question: "What if he asked you to kill unarmed women and children?"
The cat boy hesitated for half a second: "...I will do it too. Although I don't think Father Sphinx would order me to do such a thing."
Tiger took a long breath: "What if one day, he asks you to kill me?"
Mutt was silent for about a minute.
"But I can't beat you at all." The cat boy said directly to the point.
"That's not the point!" Tiger grinned angrily: "What if, one day, the Sphinx wants to lead you orcs to launch a coup and plunge the entire Egypt, and even the entire Africa, into war? Will you?
Will he take up arms, obey the orders of that big shot, and kill innocent civilians?