His awakening in his new body was accompanied with the spitter spatter of water.
It felt heavy upon him as his clothes were drenched with it, showcasing just how long the previous owner had sat in it.
Numb, he looked at the tile beneath him where a message presented itself.
{By the hands of Alisha lyre, Malichi Von Westford had lost everything.
With his parents falsely proclaimed traitors, he had to undergo a sudden test, one he failed because of his uptight nature.
Instead of becoming Alisha's plaything, the honour went to the lowest of servants.
Who succesfully turned the disadvantage in his advantage and rose quickly, even later on discarding Alisha altogether.
Unfazed with it she just went to the next victim and played her game again.
More often than not the victim was either left dead, paralyzed in body or mind or straight up left behind.
Those who weren't chosen were given away to the nearest brothels, as traiters their worth or prestige they once had was entirely discarded.
Malichi quickly realised that when he was dealt with even rougher, his features where fine but his uptight nature made them lose their charm.
As such they beated it out of him and touched him inappropriately in what felt like ages.
He died not soon after, deprived of food and sun.}
Hah.
So he had no choose but play in to Alisha's desires, whatever the previous owner went through sounded horrid.
He clearly couldn't escape and was forced to die.
Honour? What the..beside the worrisome description, he noted the fact the system gave more info than before.
Were they both opening up or was the system reflecting his own opening up?
Whatever that may mean, the system apparently also had the power to send him way back so why wasn't that the case the first time?
He had entered the body of Lu Ming just seconds after the original died.
He was grateful for it though,returning to an earlier point, once more that must have been pure torture.
Malachi kept his body unnaturally still while sobs surrounded him from left and right.
Cubicle, he was in a cubicle, shielded from the others who were dragged here and shared his fate.
A line of feet, most likely quards stood not so far in front as a childish voice sounded on and of.
"Nah, not you."
She was making her rounds and by the sound of it, it wouldn't be long before it was his turn.
Just moments before disaster then.
"Definitely not you."
Critic much, that poor person's self esteem.
Besides the point... she sounded really close.
Propping himself up, he kind of forget where he was, what his surroundings was full off and his clothes.
So full with water that even the guards shoes where wet.
Slipping, his head was luckily cushioned with his arms as he nonetheless groaned.
Getting back up, two shoes appeared directly in front of him, fully witnessing the moment.
There she was, the person that caused his arrival, Alisha Lyre.
Confused he stared up, she didn't look older than twenty. How could she..."Under consideration."
Ehh?
She moved on to the next without as much as another look or word, although he could see a hint of a smile at his shock.
Under consideration?
That's even worse than definitely not.
He couldn't quite meantain his deadless eyes as fire riled him up.
That little...!
She went on and on, making him wonder just how many cubicles there where with people in it.
"No...mmm....nahh...never...what is this...-"
It went on and just about seemed to get worse with the second, meaner.
Dreadful considering her age, her parents did an all-round awful job raising her.
It wasn't really surprising considering all.
Something slamming hard, making the water ripple left and right grabbed his attention and even paused the sobs of the others from a second.
A guard placed a chair, he was not much older than his new body, Alisha settled upon it in a calm manner.
Watching as the line of guards dispersed, each going into a cubicle that received any variation of no.
Silently he expected to be taken away as well, the previous owner's fate already etched stone as he shook upon the waters onslaught.
When that didn't happen, countless drenched figures passing by, he distracted himself from their pitiful faces.
Watching water seep into a tile, showcasing that even things in stone can break.
If only he had some salt crystals.
Alisha coughed in richness.
Tch.
"There are three of you left.''
Her fingers displayed the number, face cheeky upon them.
''One of you has the chance to stay by my side for as long as you peek my interest.
The others will be purchased by however wishes to use you.''
His face ,used to it, had settled back into the thight setting the original had become accustomed to.
Slowly, he morphed the features in disgust.
How should he play this?....he was getting used to this vengeance thing.
"Take of your clothes.''
Spluttering, he was once more shocked.
Has a twenty year old so much experience that she can say such things without blinking?
The guards weren't shocked.
Rustling...ristlingg.. don't tell him..somebody actually complied.
Turning right, Malachi looked at the wall, kinda facepalming as he was planning on confronting that weakass-"what are you waiting for?"
Alisha's finger pointed at him, rustling from the left side now also joining the atmosphere.
What to say....what to say...''It's hardly fair if we're the only ones taking off our clothes.''
Silence everywhere, the quards fuming but after a raise of her hand, they stilled and she laughed.
... that's a deep, evil laugh.
A witch!!
Now was not the time for games as she deadlocked her eyes with his.
''Sure.''
Ehhh?
That one quard from before flinched.
Huh, interesting.
Once more he had spaced out as venomous green eyes suddenly stared directly into his.
Towering over him like that made it really creepy, black hair framing said eyes and face.
Shivering on instinct alone, he quessed that the only reason the real Malachi could stay so uptight was that he never got face to face with her.
The person left from him sobbed in desperation, making him turn and somewhat feel bad. Their fate probably the same as the previous owner and here he was taking away their chan--"ufhm!"
She didn't like his distraction it seemed, as her hand forced his chin back, his own landing between his knees for support as water drowned out the sounds around them.
She had moved so quickly, he hadn't even notice her turning up the water, lowering her knees, still refraining from touching the ground, she decides to grace him with her voice again.
Joy..
''Now, where were we?"
It seemed the others had lost their chance as her eyes dilated in upcoming extasy, even the quards noticed as they took the two away within seconds.
A small nineteen year old, compiled with servants clothes in his hands passed them by with a glare.
It was obvious who said servant was and that Malachi was in his place.
He never did like destiny, so the other didn't matter all that much.
They would've suited together, the deranged troublemaker and the protagonist in the making.