My Merman Revenge: My Wife's Whole Family Goes Down

I closed my eyes and dialed Edward Newman, my godfather in Oswana, asking him to come get me.

After Krystal woke up, she took a quick call and hurried out.

Not long after, the bedroom door was kicked open.

Thinking Krystal had returned, I looked up, only to freeze in horror.

Theo was walking toward me, flanked by four obese, middle-aged men.

My voice trembled as I asked, "Theo, what are you doing here?"

He didn't answer at first. He just scanned my face and scoffed. "Look at what 'recovery gift' I brought you."

As the words left his mouth, the four men began eagerly unbuckling their belts.

"Holy shit! Is this the legendary merman? This is wild!"

"Damn, I'm getting hard just watching him!"

"Come on, let me get a taste of you! Show us a good time!"

My face drained of color, and a violent shudder took hold of my body.

Theo let out a low, dark chuckle. "Don't act like it's your first time. These are Krystal's clients. Make sure you serve them well."

He then turned to the men. "Do whatever you want with him. Just don't kill him."

With that, he walked out and shut the door.

The men started a livestream, pointing the camera directly at me.

One of them grinned at the screen. "Hey, everyone, want to know what a merman tastes like? Today, the four of us are going to give you a live show!"

As soon as he said that, several dark shadows lunged at me.

I fought desperately, but the sound of my clothes tearing echoed in my ears.

I tried to scream for help, but a thick, foul-smelling object was shoved brutally into my mouth and down my throat. I choked, and my vision blurred as tears streamed down my face.

I couldn't make a sound. All I could manage were broken whimpers squeezed from the depths of my throat.

"Damn, this merman is great. His tongue…" The man groaned in satisfaction.

Behind me, a wave of agonizing, tearing pain began to pulse.

Another man clicked his tongue in annoyance. "For fuck's sake, he's bleeding already. But… It makes it more exciting!"

Just then, the door swung open. A spark of hope flared in my eyes.

It was Krystal. Standing beside her was Theo, looking like a pathetic victim. But his next words dragged me straight into hell.

"Honey, please don't be mad. Randy said he couldn't hold back anymore. He begged me to find someone to help him out. I didn't know what to do, so I thought of your clients—"

Krystal didn't let him finish. She pulled him into her arms and said in a voice softer than I had ever heard, "Don't be scared. Why would I blame you?"

Her gaze finally drifted to me. The eyes I once adored were now filled with nothing but icy contempt.

"You'll always be more important than him."

As Krystal spoke, I closed my eyes in utter despair, bracing for the inhuman violation to continue.

Suddenly, the heavy, rhythmic thud of disciplined footsteps echoed through the hall, followed by a familiar, chillingly stern voice. "Anyone who touches my son shall die!"