Chapter 1230. Gotta Leave A Red Mark On These Plump Old Meat!

Chapter 1230: 1230. Gotta Leave A Red Mark On These Plump Old Meat!

"Look at yourself, Valentina," he commanded, tilting her chin up with the toe of his boot so she was forced to look up at him from her position of total exposure. "Look at what remains of the great headmaster."

"Naked, broken, and utterly owned..."

"You wanted to sacrifice yourself for them?"

"Congratulations. You’ve succeeded."

"But you didn’t save them... You just became the first piece of flesh I claim in my new kingdom."

Valentina could only stare up at him through blurred, tear-filled eyes. Her mind had finally gone quiet, the screaming voices replaced by a hollow, echoing numbness.

She was no longer a person. She was exactly what he said she was: an object.

A toy waiting to be played with.

The humiliation was no longer a choice; it was a physical law. Valentina lay shivering on the marble, feeling the cold stone as a mockery of the warmth she once commanded.

But Rex was not finished with her display. He wanted her elevated. He wanted her vulnerability to be impossible to ignore.

"You’re still too close to the ground, Valentina," Rex mused, his eyes tracking the way her breath hitched in her throat. "I want to see every inch of what I’ve conquered."

"I want to examine my new property from every angle."

He raised his hand, fingers curling as if grasping invisible strings.

Suddenly, Valentina felt an irresistible force wrap around her limbs. It wasn’t hands, but a crushing, invisible pressure of his telekinesis.

Her body was wrenched off the floor with terrifying speed.

"Aaaah...!" The scream died in her throat as her limbs were forcibly splayed.

Her arms were yanked wide as if pinned to invisible shackles, and her legs were pulled apart in an agonizing stretch. She hung suspended three feet above the floor, floating in the air like a marionette strung up for a macabre performance.

She couldn’t move a muscle; every twitch was met with the telekinetic grip tightening like steel cables around her wrists and ankles.

She was suspended in midair, completely exposed, her naked body fully displayed before him in the dim light of the Starlight household.

Rex stepped closer, walking a slow circle around her floating form. His eyes wandered over her with the clinical detachment of a collector examining a prize specimen.

"I must admit," he said, tilting his head as he studied her curves, "I expected more decay... I expected the age to show." H

His gaze lingered on her pale skin and the silver strands of her hair that spilled across her shoulders. "But those Starlight genes are truly remarkable."

"Even with the white hair, the wisdom in your eyes... the body beneath is still smoking hot... Almost sinful."

Valentina’s face burned with a shame more intense than any physical pain. To be appraised like livestock while floating helplessly in the air was a violation that reached into the very core of her soul.

’I am dead,’ she thought desperately. ’ My dignity died the moment he walked through that door.’

’Now there is only this... this grotesque performance.’

Rex reached out, his hand moving toward her chest. "Let’s see how responsive this ’Starlight’ flesh really is."

SLAP.

The sound echoed sharply. His palm struck one of her massive breasts with enough force to send a shockwave through her chest.

Valentina’s body lurched against the telekinetic restraints, her back arching involuntarily.

"Does that hurt, Valentina?" Rex asked with a cruel smile. "Or does it feel like the attention you’ve been craving?"

SLAP.

Another strike, harder this time, leaving a crimson handprint on her pale skin. "You know, as I was admiring you, I couldn’t help but think about Morwenna."

The name hit Valentina like a dagger. Morwenna.

Her oldest friend. Her confidante.

The woman who had stood by her side through decades of political intrigue and magical warfare.

"Morwenna...?" Valentina whispered, her voice cracking. "What did you... what did you do to her?"

Rex laughed, a low, dark sound that reverberated through Valentina’s suspended frame. "Morwenna was... entertaining."

"Just like the others. But she lacked your... regal defiance."

"It made breaking her almost too easy."

He stepped closer, his breath warm against her exposed stomach as he looked up at her. "I fucked her in the very same sanctum where you used to discuss philosophy and ethics."

"While you were planning for the future of Aethelgard, she was screaming my name in the dark, begging me to ruin her... She tasted of desperation and betrayal."

"You lie..." Valentina sobbed, though deep down, she knew he wouldn’t lie about something so delicious to him. "You’re trying to break me..."

"I’m not trying to break you, Valentina," Rex corrected, his hand moving to grip her throat lightly, though the telekinetic pressure kept her suspended in a state of perpetual tension. "I already broke you."

"I’m just enjoying the pieces."

He increased the telekinetic pressure, stretching her limbs even further until Valentina felt the tendons in her shoulders scream. The pain was exquisite and terrible.

She hung there, a naked goddess of a fallen kingdom, suspended between heaven and hell, while the monster who had stolen her world admired the view.

Rex’s laughter was a jagged thing, cutting through the heavy atmosphere of the room like a serrated blade. He leaned back, watching Valentina squirm against the invisible bonds that kept her splayed and helpless.

The sight of her, the once formidable headmaster, now reduced to a floating display of flesh, clearly fed something primal and sadistic within him.

"But Morwenna... she was a special case, Valentina."

"Truly special," Rex said, his voice dripping with mock wonder. "You remember her age, don’t you?"

"How she thought her days of fertility were long behind her?"

"How she believed her body was past its prime?"

Valentina shook her head frantically, tears streaming down her cheeks, soaking into her silver hair. "Stop it... please, just kill me and be done with it..."

"Kill you? And end the fun so soon?" Rex stepped closer, his eyes blazing with a cruel intelligence. "I bypassed her menopause like it was nothing more than a minor magical inconvenience."

"Her body responded to my seed with a ferocity that would frighten you. And guess what?"

"Just like Elizabeth... Morwenna is carrying my child."

"Two of my bastards planted in the most ’dignified’ women of your circle."

Valentina’s breath came in panicked, shallow gasps. Her mind raced through the implications. Morwenna, her best friend, was carrying the child of this demon.

The betrayal felt like a physical poison flooding her veins. But then, a darker, more terrifying thought pierced through her horror.

"What if I do the same to you?" Rex asked, his voice dropping to a whisper that made her skin crawl. "What if I force your body to remember what it’s like to be young and fertile?"

"What if I rewrite your very biology until you’re begging for my seed just to feel alive again?"

"No... no, please... I’m too old... I can’t—" Valentina began to panic, her body convulsing against the telekinetic restraints.

The thought of her body being violated at such a fundamental, biological level was more terrifying than any blade. She felt like her very essence was being hunted.

"Too old?" Rex mocked. "We’ll see about that."

Without warning, he unleashed his fury. His hands became a blur of motion.

SLAP. SLAP. SLAP.

He began to assault her body with relentless cruelty. His palms struck her massive breasts with bruising force, the flesh jiggling violently under the impact.

He moved lower, his hands striking her hips and the full curve of her ass with stinging precision. Each blow was designed not just to hurt but to humiliate, to emphasize the sheer physicality of her body as something he could manipulate at will.

"Look at you jiggle," he taunted, each slap punctuated by a cruel laugh. "Look at how your body reacts to my touch."

"You’re still so responsive, Valentina... So alive."

SLAP. SLAP.

The sound of flesh hitting flesh filled the room—a wet, rhythmic percussion of degradation. Valentina’s screams were becoming hoarse, her voice breaking as the pain and the shame spiraled into a nauseating vortex.

Her inner monologue was a shattered mirror: This isn’t happening. ’This isn’t real. My body is betraying me.’

’Everything is breaking. Everything is gone.’

Rex’s strikes became more deliberate. He wasn’t just hitting her now; he was marking her.

He began to aim for specific spots, deliberately leaving angry, crimson handprints across her pale skin. He wanted every inch of her to bear the evidence of his ownership.

"These marks," Rex said, pausing for a moment as he stared at the spreading redness on her breasts, "are not just bruises, Valentina... They’re invitations."

He leaned in close, his face inches from hers, his eyes reflecting the twisted ecstasy of his own cruelty. "This is your first day."

"From this moment on, pain and pleasure will become indistinguishable for you."

"Every sting of my hand, every ache in your bones, every moment of humiliation will be twisted by my magic until you can’t tell which one you’re crying for."

He delivered one final, thunderous slap across her thigh that left a deep red welt. "Tomorrow, we begin the real work..."

"Tomorrow, I teach you how to truly serve."

Valentina hung there, suspended in the air, her body a canvas of red marks and throbbing pain. She could feel the telekinetic grip tightening slightly, as if reminding her that she was never truly free, not even in the air she breathed.

The darkness of the room seemed to press closer, swallowing her hope as she realized that her torment was not a temporary punishment but a new, eternal reality.