Alexandra's POV—
Tom's gaze washed over each of us. His face twisted in anger as his gaze stopped at me. He yelled, "Shuren! I have told you not to untie her. Why the fuck are you trying to go against my decision?"
All five of them were giving him impassive looks. Mutual hatred between them and Tom was clearly evident on their faces. He is only quiet because of his son.
When I observed his face more clearly, I saw that he had a black eye and his lower lip was busted as well. I am pretty sure that Henrich's relationship with his father is not good. I mean, it explains the things more clearly. After Henrich got his ability, he shown himself as a superior being to his family. More importantly, his father is now weaker than him... almost equivalent to an insect. Grievances took the form of assaults, or to be better called as 'punishments,' giving it better 'gift-packaging.' Now, Tom can only take these 'punishments' and fuel his son's ego and satisfy his hunger called 'grudge.' Then again... I don't think he has any complaints regarding this. He already considers his son as 'chosen one.'
Shuren snorted at his words. "Am I your servant? Why should I follow any of your words? Besides, her hands are still tied up."
Tom shouted, "Why do you always have to go against my rules?! Just follow them!"
"I am not your servant. So, don't ever expect me to follow your so-called rules," scoffed Shuren. She really is making him more and more livid with her words, not that I disagree with her words... but we are in a difficult position. A fucking one more day and I will break this geezer's jaws.
"Yeah, we are not. Why don't you ask your son to follow your rules?" asked Shimran, with disgust lacing her voice. It
Tom yelled, "Why you?!" he took a deep breath and calmed himself down, "I am here to give you a good news. Tonight, one of you will serve my son, Henrich. Rejoice in joy!"
His words made us go completely silent. Our faces paled in horror. Disgust crawled over my entire being as I looked at him in anger.
"Tell that bastard to come here and I will show him what 'serving' actually is," sneered Shimran.
Tom gritted his teeth in anger. He yelled, "How dare you to disrespect my son! If he hadn't prohibited me from hurting any of you… I would have… argh! Forget it! Tell me, who among you would be the one to serve him first? Or, should I choose one?"
'System! Can't you do anything at all?' I yelled in despair. It was not about liking men or not. It was about consent. Also, I was a man in my previous life. No one should be forced to do something against their will.
[I can't do anything, Host. It's your problem. My problem is that whether you are going in the right direction to complete your task or not.]
My anger skyrocketed at its reaction. It doesn't care what happens with me.
'Forget about me! What about these women? Surely, you can't allow them to do this to them.'
[I don't think you should ask this question to me.]
Its words were so cold that a chill went down my spine, making me shiver without any physical reason.
'You can at least give me access to the store. I need it.'
[You don't have any coins. So, I can't give you to access.]
I was becoming more and more desperate. 'Can't you lend me? I will give you whatever coins you lend me when I get out of here and kill the zombies as required.'
[This doesn't work this way. I am not going to give you any coin or access to the store. So, forget it. Don't call me unless... 'you' have some real work.]
'System! Don't leave me like this!'
It didn't answer me.
'System!'
The result was same.
'SYSTEM!!'
Helplessness and desperation finally hit me. Suddenly, Tom's disgusting voice brought me out my thoughts.
"If you are not able to decide among yourselves, I will decide it myself," Tom announced, making everyone flinch at his words.
No one answered him. Frustrated, Tom yelled, "I will—"
"I will go," said Lia, with a resigned tone.