6 Gouge out your eyeballs

**Elizabeth's POV**

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I went back to the kitchen to make another bowl of Pumpkin Custard. This time I did not squeeze sock water into it.

I was not that audacious. After all, there are very few guys as stupid as Abby.

I walked past the mountain of clothes with the bowl and sighed.

Hopefully Austin will not give me a hard time and let me come back and do the laundry soon. I do not want to do this all night long.

When I came to Austin's room, I put my ear to the door and eavesdropped for a while.

There appeared to be no growling, no screaming. It meant that Austin had no plans to torture anyone, Nor was he torturing anyone.

It should be safe for me to go in now.

"Knock, knock."

"Come in."

Austin's voice sounded peaceful.

Safe.

I gently pushed the door open. As soon as I stepped in one foot, I saw a slave on the floor, unconscious.

The slave's face was covered in blood. One of his eye sockets was empty. His eyeball had been gouged out.

I was startled and looked up to see Austin standing there wiping his bloodied fingers with a tissue.

So, he just gouged out this slave's eyeball with his fingers?

I failed to anticipate that he was done torturing people.

I glanced at the unconscious slave on the ground and could not help but shiver.

He looked so miserable that I felt scared. But he could not arouse my sympathy. Because most of the slaves here are rogues from the previous invasion of Blue Moon Pack.

Eight years ago, Alpha did not kill all the rogues, but left some of them as slaves, making them work for the Black River Pack.

Alpha ordered the tongues of the slaves to be cut out to prevent them from communicating with each other. Obviously, the slaves have a lower status than Omega, although both work for the black river pack.

To be precise, Omega is a member of the Black river pack. And slave is the captive of black river pack.

As for me, all members treat me as slave, although I live with Omega, because of the mute commonality I have with slaves. And Alpha DOES NOT correct everyone's misconceptions about me.

I hate all slaves, and every time I see them, I have to fight to control myself not to kill them.

Austin also hates slaves. his left eye was blinded by a rogue attack.

He will not hesitate to gouge out slaves' eyeballs whenever they do something wrong in front of him. He takes pleasure in revenge and tormenting the rogues.

Usually he used a spoon to gouge out the eyeballs, and this was the first time I saw him use his fingers.

He saw me and hooked his finger to let me pass. His expression was contemptuous as if he were summoning a dog.

"Why are you late?" Austin chided me.

I lowered my head and pretended to feel guilty. I did not look him directly in the eye because I knew he hated people staring at him.

"Answer me! Why are you late? Say it! " He growled.

I said the words "I am sorry" in sign language. Then I put Pumpkin Custard on the table to show that I was late for cooking.

He picked up the Pumpkin Custard, sneered, and poured it over my head.

"Stop trying to fool me with your ridiculous gestures! I command you to answer me!"

He was so overbearing. I had not said a word in eight years. All the evidence pointed to me being mute. But Austin was trying to force a mute to speak.

The custard fell from my hair to my neck and my clothes. Austin threw away the empty bowl.

"Do you know that I had to touch that damn slave with my hands because you were LATE. It sucks! And YOU caused all of this!"

He wiped the blood from his fingers with my face and then pinched my chin.

"do not pretend to be mute. Answer me with your mouth, WHY are you late?"

I was forced to look up and meet his eyes.

Austin had a fake eyeball made of sapphire and resin placed in his left eye. The blue of the sapphire was pure and beautiful. His right eye, however, was natural grey-blue.

I tried not to stare at his left eye, but it was hard for me to ignore the weirdness.

Austin's left eye was charming and calm, while his right eye was filled with hatred and anger. Austin's face made me feel uncomfortable even though it was extremely good looking.

Austin was so arrogant and sensitive that my deliberate avoidance of his gaze angered him as well.

"Why do not you look me in the eye? You despise me, huh? How dare you belittle me?"

He picked up the spoon and placed it under my left eye, threatening me, " Will you make a sound if I gouge out your eyeballs?"

My heart started to beat faster.

I know he is capable of anything bad. He is definitely a nutcase!

" Why did you waste so much time making that damn custard while I ordered you to bring up a spoon?

Oh damn it! I suddenly realized that the bitch Abby had done this to me on purpose. She had delivered the wrong Austin's orders to me.

"Answer me!" Austin continued to yell down.

"I... I..." I moved my lips, but no sound came out.

I raised my hand and tried to explain in sign language.

"No! Answer me with your mouth!"

"Does your mouth exist only to eat? There is no need to have a tongue if you do not need to talk." Austin suddenly stuck his fingers in my mouth and tried to yank out my tongue.

I was dreadfully afraid. I subconsciously bit him.

"Ouch!" he snarled as he withdrew his hand, "How dare you bite me?"