The Lustful Villain: Every Milfs and Gilfs are Mine!-Chapter 255. Letting Him Go? Nah! Let’s Just Roast Him! (Literally)
"Anyway... I still really want to roast you so bad about how you literally fumbled a wife that’s almost faithful to you." Rex moved closer, and his voice dropped to a low, threatening growl. "You’re a fucking joke, you know that?"
"A pathetic, limp-dicked excuse for a man!"
"Well, I do hope you enjoyed the show because it’s over now..."
"You’re probably thinking..."
"What happens after this...?"
"Will I’m going to let you leave just like that?" Rex’s hand slowly moved. "Won’t that make me retarded to let the likes of you leave without getting some treatment to fix your broken mind right now...?"
Rex’s hand suddenly grabbed Bryan’s throat, and his fingers tightened like a vice as he squeezed the life out of the smaller man’s neck. Bryan’s eyes popped out in shock and fear as he gasped for air and clawed at Rex’s unyielding grip.
"GUGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!"
"Yes... this is me now. I didn’t let all my victims just get away like this!" Rex tightens the grip. "I don’t want someone to snitch on me like that one bitch named Helena."
Rex let him go all of a sudden, just as weird spots started to dance in front of his eyes. Bryan felt a strange feeling wash over him before he could catch his breath, and the world around him blurred and changed.
When he could see again, he was at the top of a very tall mountain, with the cold wind blowing around him. "HAH! HAH! HAH...!!!"
"W-What the...?!"
Bryan couldn’t believe what he was seeing. His heart was racing as he tried to figure out how he had gotten there so quickly.
He looked down, just to know that he still saw the heavy chains and the chair around his arms and legs, holding him in place. He felt panic as he realized how weak his position was.
Bryan croaked, "What the fuck are you doing?" His voice was hoarse from the recent strangulation. "Why did you bring me here?"
"I teleported you here for some therapy."
Rex grinned, his eyes gleaming with a cruel, sadistic light. "I thought you might enjoy a little hike," he said mockingly.
"A chance to enjoy the great outdoors without the inn’s... distractions."
Bryan fought against his bonds, feeling both scared and angry. "Just let me fucking go...!"
"I’ll just fucking leave this fuck-up place because there’s a fucked-up monster like you!"
Rex laughed. "I’m glad that you’ve come back to your senses with that choice of words."
"Fuck you!" he shouted, his voice full of anger. "Just let me FUCKING go, you psychotic piece of shit!"
Rex laughed darkly. "You didn’t hear what I just said earlier, huh?"
"Well... fuck that anyway because..." He said in a low, threatening voice, "I would love to play with you more, but I have other plans for you."
"Plans that don’t include you living much longer."
Rex grabbed the chains that held Bryan’s legs together and pulled them up with all his strength in a quick, violent move. The metal links creaked and strained, and then, with a sickening crunch, Bryan’s legs broke under the huge weight.
CRAAAACCCCCKKKK!
He screamed in pain, and his legs gave way beneath him, causing him to fall.
"AAAAAAAGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Bryan fell to the rocky ground, writhing in pain, with his broken arms and legs bent at strange angles. He cried tears of pain as he held onto his broken legs, knowing they would never work the same way again.
He whistles. "Don’t you love hearing that scream while in pain?"
Rex stood over him, a dark shape against the bright moonlit sky. "That should make it a little harder for you to catch up to me," he said, his voice full of cruel pleasure.
"Well, I don’t think you’ll be chasing much of anything else again."
Bryan could only cry and shake as he held on to his broken legs and the cold mountain air bit into his skin. He watched with tears in his eyes as Rex turned and walked a few steps away before stopping.
"AAAGGGHHHH! YOU FUCKING BASTARDDD...!!!"
"MY LEEGGSSSS!"
Rex called over his shoulder, "Oh, one more thing," without even looking back at the broken man at his feet.
"I almost forgot... I think you’ll find this helpful."
Rex teleported back to the inn and then came back seconds after just to show a small metal object, which he threw carelessly at Bryan’s feet. The thing hit the rocks with a loud noise before coming to rest, shining dangerously in the moonlight.
It was a small, smooth canister with a dark, thick liquid inside that moved a little when it hit the ground.
"FUCK YOU...!!! I HOPE YOU ROT IN HELL, BASTARD!" Bryan screamed weakly, his voice shaking with pain and fear as he looked at the scary thing. "I HOPE NO GODS FORGIVE YOUR ACTIONS!"
"YOU ARE ONE FUCKED-UP HUMAN BEING!"
"Sheesh, lots of hating there, even though I just gave you a little gift to say goodbye," Rex said with a wicked smile on his rough face. "Think of it as a reminder of what happens when you don’t please a woman."
"I’m sure you’ll find a use for it."
"FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! FUCKKK YOUUUUUUU!!!" Bryan keeps screaming with anger. "I HOPE YOU FUCKING DIE..."
"...IN A FIRE!"
Rex smirked cruelly as he turned to leave, but not before he used his telekinesis to hurl the canister of oil at Bryan. "You just predict your fate."
The metal container shattered against a nearby boulder, releasing a torrent of thick, dark liquid. The oil drenched Bryan’s clothes and skin, streaming down his battered body and coating him from head to toe.
Bryan shivered in fear as the cold, sticky liquid soaked into his skin. "H-Huh...!?"
His voice rose in panic as he screamed, "WHAT THE FUCK!? WAIT!?"
"WHY...!? WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME!?"
"I don’t know... probably bored after a good fucking session." Rex just laughed, a harsh, mocking sound that echoed through the night.
"But more importantly... I thought you might like a little warmth up here," he said, his voice full of malice. "A final, fiery goodbye to a life wasted as a pathetic, limp-dicked failure."
Rex grinned cruelly and looked at a pair of big, sharp rocks nearby. He lifted them with ease using his telekinetic powers.
"NO! NO! NO!"
The stones floated in the air as if they were weightless. He brought them closer to Bryan, and the rough, uneven surfaces scraped against the oil-soaked fabric of his clothes, spreading the liquid over his skin.
"WAIT! WAIT! WAIT!"
Bryan kept screaming while trying to move his hands to crawl away so he could at least get away from the threat that was getting closer. But his broken legs slowed him down, and all he could do was watch in fear as Rex put the rocks above him, the oil on his skin and clothes shining in the moonlight.
"PLEASE...! I’M BEGGING YOU...!" Bryan begged, tears and snot running down his face as he begged for mercy. "I WON’T TELL ANYONE!"
"I’LL LEAVE AETHELGARD FOR GOOD!"
Rex ignored the broken man’s desperate pleas. He laughed cruelly as he struck the rocks together to ignite a fire beside Bryan, where the oil was pooled.
"Tell anyone in hell, heaven, or the afterlife..."
"...no one is safe from the Lustful Villain."
Flames erupted instantly, racing across the surface and enveloping Bryan’s body in a whirlwind of agony.
The fire consumed Bryan’s flesh, causing it to sizzle and pop, while the acrid smell of burning hair and skin permeated the air on the mountain. He thrashed and writhed in agony, his clothes igniting in the flames. The fabric melted, merging with his searing flesh.
"GAAAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"
The pain was so bad it was like being in a white-hot hell that was going to take over his soul. He could feel his skin blistering and cracking, and his body was shaking uncontrollably as the flames burned every inch of his exposed skin.
The heat was so bad that it stole his breath and burned his lungs with every ragged, painful gasp. It was like being burned in hell.
Bryan could hear Rex’s cruel laughter and see his tormentor’s amused grin as he watched the flames dance and flicker, eating up the man. He knew that his last moments would be spent in a fiery hell, a show for another man’s sick pleasure.
This only made the unimaginable pain in his body worse.
"Please..." Bryan choked out, his voice a garbled, unrecognizable rasp. "Please kill me... just end this... mercifully..."
He could hardly speak because his throat was closing up and his lungs were burning with each hard breath. His vision started to blur and darken at the edges, and his mind started to fade as the pain became too much to handle.
As Rex watched Bryan’s life slowly fade from his eyes, his laughter got louder and more mocking.
"With pleasure," he said with a cruel smile on his face. "But not yet. I want you to remember the horrible pain of not being able to please a woman as you take your last breaths."
"You deserve the hell you’ve earned by being a pathetic, limp-dicked loser."
Bryan felt his life force fading as the flames continued to eat him. His heart rate slowed, and his breaths became shallow and weak.
He saw Marceline’s face in his last moments. Her beautiful features twisted in ecstasy as Rex had fucked her, used her, and claimed her in ways Bryan never could.
He felt one last, bitter pang of despair when he realized he had lost her and had never really had her.
Bryan’s life slipped away with one last, rattling breath. His body went limp and still among the dying embers.
Rex stood over him and looked down at the burned, unrecognizable body of the man that deserves the torture from him. He felt a dark sense of satisfaction wash over him as he thought about how he had gotten the best revenge and punishment for Bryan’s failure as a man.
"Good shit..."
