Chapter 1382: Trapped in the Trick (54)

Bandages floated around the bath, the same magic bandages that had been used to wrap around Mutter's hands and feet to prevent the cat-man boy's limbs from softening.

But the magic on these bandages is clearly not waterproof, and they lose their magic when they soak in hot water, loosening from Mutter's hands and feet. And Mutt was beaten back to his "original form" because he was not protected by those bandages, and his hands and feet were softened and elongated, soaking in the pool like dead snakes!

Because his hands and feet had become like that, Mutt, who had lost the support of his limbs, could not even sit on the edge of the bath, so he lay on his side and sank, and his nostrils sank below the water level of the bath!

"Uh, goo, toot, toot!" The cat-man boy tried to get his head out of the water, and with the bubbles, he spat out a few muffled words: "-Goo (help)-toot (me)!" "Uh, the octopus boy is going to drown." Albert said coldly.

"Uhh If he could move his hands and feet, he would have been looking for the murder weapon in the bathroom and struck the tiger on the head.

"Okay, okay, don't panic. Albert walked over slowly and dragged the drowning kitten out of the water: "Yo, you're not suffocating yet, are you?" "Uhh At this time, they still have a long section left to soak in the bath, almost like noodles soaked in soup. Mutter almost drowned, the situation was actually quite serious, but for some reason, Albert just couldn't help but feel the urge to laugh.

"Puff hoo" Albert tried his best to suppress his urge to laugh, finally breathed a sigh of relief, and began to reproach: "I reminded you, don't go to the shower by yourself, as soon as the bandage is loosened you will be paralyzed." I have tried to persuade you, but you have always refused. "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 man boy shouted very innocently, "Ahhhhh Albert went over and pulled the plug off the bottom of the bath. The water level drops rapidly and does not stop until it is about half the depth of the bath. After there was no danger of drowning, the tiger threw the cat-man boy back into the bath: "I really deserve it." Fortunately, most of the effects of muscle relaxants have passed, and they have not caused muscle spasms anymore. Otherwise, you'll have to suffer again. He walked over to the shower and began to take off his shirt.

"Wait, what are you doing?!" Mutter turned his head to see Albert undressing, his face turning white. He had a bad premonition.

"In the shower, is there a problem?" Albert even took off his pants and rinsed the soap bubbles on his body in the smoke of the shower: "It's all men, are you shy and meow? Look at your appearance, your hands and feet should not be cleaned, so you hurriedly jumped into the bath with bandages, right? If you are dirty like that, you have taken a bath? In the end, you have to wash it for you, and you will be in trouble." "No, no!" the cat boy refused.

"Ahahahaha~!" Albert ignored Mutt's plea and jumped into the bath with a big grin. The water splashed everywhere, drenching the cat-man boy's face.

"You're pretty fast at washing your body. Mutter looked at Albert coldly, looking like he wanted to kill.

"If you think it's fast, it's fast. The tiger grinned, "Come on, come on, hand me all your hands and feet, and I'll help you wash them~" "They are all paralyzed and can't move, have you forgotten?"

The tiger sneered and reached into the water to find Mutter's hands and feet.

Although the water level of the bath had dropped by half and was much safer, the cat-man boy's limbs were still paralyzed, and the paralysis extended to his shoulders and most of his buttocks, and he could only rely on his own waist to support him, barely sitting in the pool, so as not to drown.

The water level was about halfway through his lower abdomen, which happened to be in a situation that made him itchy and uncomfortable. The steam was billowing and the smoke was filling, and the massage water from the luxurious bath carried countless bubbles and hit his whole body—except for these "measures" of shame, he was naked, lying in the same bath as Albert. In this warm water, the cat man boy was both red from the heat and red from embarrassment.

At this time, Albert picked up a slender and long arm that Mut was soaking in the bath and played with it, and said with interest: "Wow, it's so soft~ Sure enough, even the bones are soft meow~ You kid is really a bone surprise, and he has a special physique." Mutter didn't speak, and even looked away, deliberately ignoring Albert. He looked out at the scenery outside the terrace, looking up at the clouds in the blue sky through the mist from the luxurious bath of this luxurious bathroom.

When Albert saw that Mutter didn't care about him, he picked up the soap and rubbed the cat-man boy's arm, and said to himself, "The arms and legs are really cartiletous meows." I really want to know what your waist is made of, is it also a retractable cartilage meow?" Mutter replied in a low voice, "I was very young when I was put into an octopus pot by the slave owners, and I lost consciousness when I was knocked off a leg, and I had no idea what they had done to my body." But I think they must have broken my spine too. If I didn't, my body wouldn't fit in an octopus pot. "Does it hurt?" The cat-man boy looked away from the blue sky and glanced back at Albert, "You weren't listening, I told you that I fainted in pain when my first leg was broken." "I mean, after that. The tiger kept foaming on the cat man's softened and thinned arm as thick as a stick: "The bones of the whole body are broken, surely it won't be so easy to recover, right? The pain will definitely continue for months, right?" "No. The cat man looked at Albert a little stunned, and wondered if he should follow the tiger's rhythm and continue the conversation.

But he thought about it for a while, and finally plucked up the courage to speak: "Before the hole in the bottom of the octopus pot is opened, the pot is filled with a gel that has an anesthetic and bactericidal effect. At first, I didn't feel anything when I was lying in it, I just felt like my body was melting, which was actually quite comfortable.

But then, things went bad. The antibacterial gel will eventually lose its effect, and it will inevitably become dirty when 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 flow away. And then they just kept pouring water into the pot, pouring a lot of seawater into it, and washing the slaves who had [formed] it inside. Albert frowned, but said nothing. He remembered that Philaeos had mentioned the various mistreatments that slaves who were imprisoned in an octopus pot would suffer. In order not to touch the sore spot of Mutter, it is better to remain silent here.

"I still remember that. The cat-man boy shuddered: "As long as it is handled properly, eight out of ten slaves stuffed into the octopus pot will survive, and it can be regarded as [successful transformation]." My master kept hundreds of octopus pots filled with people in the cellar, which had countless drainage holes in the ceiling.

Every three days, the so-called [bath water] is dripping from the ceiling. The icy waters fell like a torrential rain and flowed into the octopus pot, washing away the filth that the slaves had discharged. The dirt inside the pot is washed away and drains down the drain hole at the bottom of the octopus pot to the sewage system in the cellar. After each [cleaning] of this, the stench in that cellar would temporarily subside, replaced by the stench of seawater, and the smell of bloody and rotting entrails. "Rotting internal organs?" Albert's face sank.

"Because even if they were put in a pot and survived, some slaves would die slowly. The bleeding from the octopus pot during the cleaning proved that the slave was dying. Then my master's men would take the slave and dispose of it with the pot. I've seen this happen countless times. Sometimes I can't help but envy them, maybe that's the real relief. Albert snorted.

"The slaves in the octopus pot were allowed to eat only once a day, and the hanging hose was infused with a liquid as unpalatable as pig food. In order to prevent the slaves from biting their tongues and killing themselves, the hard feeding tubes were fastened to the slaves' faces with sleeves, and they almost never left our mouths. With our mouths gagged, we couldn't call, we could only moan like livestock. There is neither dignity nor humanity.

Among us dying slaves, there are occasionally a few who have decent faces. They were taken away periodically, used as ornaments, and displayed like vases in the show-off collections of the slave owners for the enjoyment of the psychopathic giants. "What about you?" asked the tiger tentatively.

Mutter shuddered deeply, and his face was filled with great shame: "They will come every other month, and they will also take me away, wash it up, and serve the master" "If you don't want to talk about it, don't mention it." Albert hurriedly stopped.

Mutt looked at the tiger man with a pale face and took a deep breath: "That place is a complete hell. It was dirty and smelly, people were treated like livestock, and they were not even allowed to choose to die, so they could only live. I don't even know how I got out of that kind of place. Maybe it's because I've been a slave since I was a child, and I've been numb to abuse, and I don't know what dignity is. I watched the other slaves go mad, despair, and die weakly in the octopus pot, and I knew that I would eventually become like them. "But you survived, you were stronger than them. The tiger touched a leg in the water, took it out of the water, and immediately laughed: "Hey, look at this kitten's leg." So cute pink meat balls. Mutter gave Albert another hard look and protested at the guy who was ruining the atmosphere.

"That's when I almost reached my limit. My master seems to have sold a lot of slaves for economic reasons, and there is a shortage of labor in his workshop, and there are fewer and fewer slaves who can afford to stuff them into an octopus pot to play. He didn't have much [collectibles] left, so he worked hard to play with the few remaining collectibles that weren't broken. It was a very difficult time. Maybe another month, a week, or even one more day, and I'll die physically and mentally exhausted. Mutt continued, with a pained face, "It turned out that Daddy Sphinx saved me." He saved me, and he saved me, who was being abused by my master. In a fit of rage, he cut off my master's head, smashed the octopus jug, and picked me up from the ground without disgust for me, who was covered in filth. He touched my forehead like a child of his own and told me not to be afraid. "That was the first good thing I've ever encountered in my life. At this, the cat man boy burst into tears.

Albert washed the cat-man boy's little feet with soap and snorted, "No wonder you're dead set on Daddy Sphinx." After all, he showed up and saved you when you were in the most desperate - hey, I saved your life just now, and how can you not show any gratitude?" Mutter squinted at the tiger in disgust, "You can't compare to Daddy Sphynx, you pervert." "Well, we don't mention this. The tiger shrugged his shoulders and washed the soap bubbles off the cat-man boy's feet with water: "However, you should also know very well that Daddy Sphinx is not a good meow either. He's a gang boss. He was murderous and lawless. You say you can do everything for Daddy Sphynx. But what if one day he wants you to kill someone?" Mutter replied without even thinking about it.

Albert continued to ask, "What if the people he asked you to kill were unarmed women and children?" Although I don't think Daddy Sphynx would order me to do such a thing. Tiger exhaled, "What if one day, he asks you to kill me?" Mutter was silent for about a minute.

"But I can't beat you. The cat man boy said straight to the point.

"That's not the point!" the tiger grinned angrily, "What if, one day, the Sphinx were going to take you orcs to carry out a coup d'état, and plunged all of Egypt and even all of Africa into war?

Answer me!"