I Reincarnated as an Alpha

CHAPTER ELEVEN: The Bad

TRIGGER WARNING: CHILD ABUSE/s****l ASSAULT.

READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED.

She's a child!

But the men didn't seem to care. And Kana abhorred them. How could grown people find children attractive? How can they even have the thought of besmirching them? Their sick and disgusting minds should be their ticket to hell.

Kana can't just accept this, right? But what can she do? She's bound and mute and far weaker than the men. Her chest transformed into an arena of stampeding gazelles. Her whole body shook relentlessly.

The man kneels closer as the two others pull her legs apart. Their grips felt like chains themselves, rejecting any form of opposition.

He drew closer and she could smell the stench of ancient sweat sticking onto his ragged clothes, the strong scent of alcohol trapped in his beard, and the rotten breath that has holed up in his tartar-stricken mouth.

Tears blinded her as she gasped for air.

If she believed in a god, then she would have prayed for help. But slowly, the man is positioning himself between her legs and above her while the two pinned her down hard. He tore her outer skirt and ripped the laces that held her clothes together. One more pull and her underskirt will leave her.

Kana struggled against their grips, kicking with everything she had, but as if the men were in sync, the young man exploded a punch on her stomach as the other man ran his heavy hand across her small face.

She felt that.

The hits were so strong that her ears only accommodated a splitting sound and her stomach.. her stomach felt like it wanted to pour out all her guts.

The last man laughed at his companions. He returned his gaze at the helpless child and trembled with excitement as he reached for her remaining clothes, his eyes bulging from their sockets and his lips twitched with his lashing tongue. He yanked!

BAM!

BAM!

BAM!

Three consecutive thuds rattled in the air. The men stopped. Their eyes froze. And when Kana risked a glance at them, she saw something trickling down their heads, creating a red trail on their temples and forehead.

They were bleeding!

But from what?

They slowly turned their head around to see what was behind them.

Faded and tattered clothes. Bare feet. Mangy-looking skin and dirty hair. Short and thin.

A boy is standing with a small blade in his hand. He looked to be no less than thirteen. His eyes stared straight at the men with no heat to spare, a lethal poison dancing around his irises.

"Whaaaaaaat?" The young man taunted, "Someone actually lived in this crappy shithole? Run along, little boy. There's nothing to see here."

The boy smirked, "Well, if you like doing it with children, I guess your stick is that tiny."

"What did you say?!"

"Must be as tiny as thread since it can only fit the smallest of holes."

"You piece of s**t! I'm going to kill you!" The young man shouted, his face flaming up. But then, his eye caught the nape of the bearded man to be.. sliced. A huge chunk of pink flesh is peeking right through the cut.

He reached out for the man and held his shoulder, nervousness rattled with his voice, "H-hey, Juda, y-your neck."

"Shut up!" The bearded man stood up to face the boy, "You got some nerve coming up to us with a blade. Hehe. What are you gunna do with that li'l boy? You gunna cut us? Come on, then! Show me whatchu got!"

The boy disappeared!

"Huh?" The men's brows furled, but before any investigation could be made, a strong kick plowed the bearded man's neck, shooting him to the air for a second until he landed on his back.

The two men released their grips on Kana and braced themselves. But it was too late. Slashes came at them from every direction. They placed their arms in front of their faces as defense.

However, as if the boy was mad, he began stabbing the men's arms. The young man powered through the barrage of attacks and jumped at him, hoping to pin him to the floor. But the boy was quick. He bent over then used the man's falling stance for a chance to hack through his neck again.

Like he was painting, he swung his blade at his nape and gashed at the open wound. The young man fell and failed to wake up.

The boy glanced at the man's dead body and said, "You were too busy to notice that your neck had been cut. What a fool."

"Y-You-" The other middle aged man breathed as he backed away from the boy who now stood beside Kana.

The bearded man released another hearty laugh, snortling in between, as he came to his feet. His eyes then turned serious. He whispered, "I'll kill you."

The boy smiled, "Come."

The bearded man charged at him like a raging bull wanting to break the boy's legs. But just like a matador, the boy silently eluded the attack before planting his blade in the man's already slashed nape.

The man stopped.

The boy tried to pull the blade away but it was stuck! The man stood erect. He then reached for the blade sticking onto his neck and tugged the bloody thing out.

He snapped his neck, and grinned, "D'ya have any tricks left?" But he waited for no answer. He was a distance away but after the boy blinked, he was already in front of his face.

"My turn." The man rammed his foot on the boy's neck, creating a crisp c***k! He held the boy's leg and threw him to the wall like a javelin. He didn't stop. He paced then stomped on the boy's face hard! He stomped and stomped and stomped that blood rushed out of the boy's mouth.

Kana had been witnessing everything since it began. Her mouth hang open at the brutal scene. She flipped to her side as her hands kept spreading the rope apart, leaving bright chafed wrists. Just a little more! Just a little more and she will be free.

Her eyes are glued to the boy being beaten. That boy had dog ears and a tail as well. But he was still a boy. A boy who is trying to save her. How can she not do anything?