1681 Pack Up!
Striking Daniel hard, Santa turned to his niece.
"We don't have much time left. This is what we're going to do... "
Gwen listened attentively, watching Santa strip one of the burly guards and exchange his attire with his.
Well, the man was already dead, so skinning his face wouldn't be painful.
He was the same guard who brought Gwen in earlier.
Though Santa didn't know much about him, the ever-sharp Gwen had been keen on listening to the man's arrogant words when hurling her over.
Additionally, she knew what the other guards called him.
Everyone still called him 'fat,' but he had long lost his chubby waistline and was now a burly man who was bigger than most.
It's just that their prejudice won't let them see past his past looks.
After skinning the man's face, he hastily but carefully scraped the excess blood and blotted it clean using the clothes of another.
Observational skills were a must in this line of duty. With a few steps, he managed to imitate how the dead man walked.
Looking at Santa who was completely transformed, Gwen would have sworn it was the enemy who came back from the dead if she didn't know any better.
Gwen rushed to the prison bars, leaning close to listen to any peculiar noises.
"Uncle, hurry up! I have a bad feeling that if we don't leave now, someone will come over."
"I know," Santa replied, rushing to hide the card bodies.
First, he wrapped the broken chains on the dead body that resembled him the most and strategically hid the other bodies behind the huge man.
Of course, Daniel was also thrown in the back too.
The man at the front in chains was the same person whose face was skinned.
If any guards arrive after they're gone, it might still take them time to realize the one on chains is their comrade since he and Santa had the same build. What's more, he was wearing Santa's clothes and was faceless.
Alright.
All done.
Gripping Gwen's hands, Santa calmly stepped out of the cell, locking it before dragging Gwen along.
"Move your feet, you wench!"
"Let go of me! Let go of me! My aunt will definitely come to save me!"
Up ahead, a few guards guarding the entranceway threw their heads back and smirked arrogantly after hearing Gwen's threats.
Pooh!
Who is coming to save her?
Cah-Pui!~
One of the men spat in a manly fashion, enjoying the show Gwen was putting up.
Seeing the duo bypass them and go further and further away, the guards finally spoke amongst themselves.
"Heh. The little brat can dream. Who are we? Veinitta T.O.E.P members! How can anyone in this dump, tall less of a woman compare with us?"
"Exactly! Here, we are Gods! I don't even know why the leader is so cautious with these people. To me, they're all tall and no work!"
"I think so too. If it was us, we would've long since found out the location of our enemies if our leader got captured."
"Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!"
"Hmph. I can see the little brat still has the energy to put up a fight. After she's shipped out, I'd still like to see how much energy she'll have then."
Hehehehehehehe~
All 3 men stared at each other tactfully with large grins on their faces.
"Too bad we won't be the ones breaking down her walls. I bet she'll be tight. Tight enough to have her pass out and lose strength in her legs for weeks."
Bahahahahahahahahahahaha~
Everyone laughed in amusement, already feeling their blood pump from imaging the 3-year-old girl in their bed.
So what if she's young? Although 7/10 girls at that age die during such an experience, she might be lucky to fall in the 3/10 category of those who survive, no?
Besides, do you know how many women in Veinitta want a taste of their little men below and aren't so lucky to get chosen?
Heh.
The girl should feel honored she graced the beds of Veinitta members like themselves who were also hidden T.O.E.P members.
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Everyone laughed and taunted but didn't know they were the fools instead.
For in the cell far behind, several dead bodies belonging to their comrades could be found in a cell they swore to watch over.
For Santa and Gwen, there was another surprise unfolding in the cell which they didn't expect.
The fingers of one of the dead suddenly twitched.
Shuuuuh~
Daniel weakly sucked in his breath, refusing to die just yet.
Never in his life had he come so close to death.
Pain... pain...
The pain was indescribable, feeling as though someone had reached for his heart and grabbed it hard with their sharp pointy fingernails.
With a vigorously trembling face, Daniel struggled to create an opening and crawl out from underneath the pile of dead bodies hidden behind his huge burly subordinate.
Damn!
It was the first time Daniel noticed how big his subordinate was.
Water, he needed water.
Daniel wanted to scream, shout, and yell for help at the top of his lungs but did not have an ounce of energy in him.
His breathing was weak, his eyes heavy, and his entire demeanor extremely frail. Daniel knew that if Santa escaped, it won't be long before Penelope and her people come over to take them all.
Daniel tried to drag his body to the front of the cell, wanting to put his hands outside and wave for help.
Even if the prison cell was far away from the hallway entrance, there should be guards doing patrol shifts now and then.
Estimating the time the fight took, as well as his time spent with Santa earlier, Daniel knew it would still take another half an hour for the next patrol guards to circle the prison floors around the cell.
Half an hour!
That was a lot of time, especially after seeing how much blood he was losing.
He had deep stab wounds on his body, as well as a heavy tap-flow of blood gushing out from his severed ballsack.
Of course, the flow isn't as heavy as when it was first severed, but it didn't make the situation any better.
Daniel could feel his body growing weaker and weaker.
He knew that if he did nothing about it, he might truly die before the patrol guards came over.
Dammit!
Stopping himself from crawling, he hastily used his trembling hands to tear off a piece of fabric and shamefully tied his turn ballsack as tight as he could.
Well, at least he didn't feel a painful draft down there any longer.
Everyone knows that air in deep open winds was just a nightmare to the injured.
What's worse, he has been dragging himself, rubbing and irritating the open cut, as well as getting it dirty too.
If not for him having no strength to scream, he would've long done so after a few grains of dirt and pebbles brushed against his soft and irritable ballsack.
Son of a b**ch!
It stung like a thousand bees.
Daniel swore with every drop of his blood that he would definitely kill Santa when he got his hands on him next.
Now, it was personal, no longer about a woman!
Daniel's eyes turned cold despite his shaky jaws.
'Mark my words, Benjamin Hamilton. You will die by my hands. So you better stay alive and wait for me to be your executioner!'
Hmph!
After Daniel managed to stop the excess blood flowerer, he attempted to crawl toward the cell board again.
Sadly, he had drained all his energy halfway through his journey and now lay there staring at the ceiling, thinking of his reputation.
It's over.
His reputation in the T.O.E.P was going to be affected.
He could already see himself called Ball-less Daniel.
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The thought alone was so gut-wrenching that Daniel puked blood from his mouth and soon passed out with Santa's face being the last thing he thought of.
'Damn You, Hamilton! I'll get you for this!'
...
Just like that, Santa had left a powerful and revengeful opponent alive.
However, this wasn't his concern right now.
They had to rush as fast as they could before the enemy found out their scheme.
So far, they had already left the many floors of underground dungeons.
It was thanks to this guy's face that they were able to do so.
You have to know that the person he wore was a person of high status around these parts, meaning no one could question him easily or stop him since he was above their ranks.
Rather, when they spotted him, they adjusted themselves, puffing out their chests and acting more seriously on the job.
It was because of this that Santa could casually walk to blind spots, carefully tie Gwen to his crack and wear overly large and thick medieval raincoats to leave underneath the rain.
Never in Santa's life could he imagine it would be so simple to escape these people.
Again, his burly size also made hiding Gwen easier too.
It was just that after Santa left the gates for 3 minutes, the entire hidden estate was going crazy looking for him.
It was only after another 30 minutes that someone said they saw him leave the gates.
Dammit
"Pack up! We must leave immediately! They know our location!"
