Suddenly, it dawned on me. I remembered some guests had peculiar tastes. They enjoyed beating people as they found pleasure in humiliation.
With that in mind, I dropped to my knees without hesitation.
My body trembled violently, mimicking the desperate wagging of an invisible tail.
I was already degrading myself beyond measure, yet Damien’s rage only deepened.
He clenched his jaw, his voice low and threatening, "So you want to humiliate yourself, huh?"
"Fine. Let’s see how long you can keep this act up."
He turned and shouted at the mentor, "Bring your guard dog."
The dog they brought out was vicious and temperamental. Thick chains restrained it, but it snarled and lunged toward me.
Damien slapped me hard across the face. "Didn’t you want to perform? Didn’t you want to act deranged? To disgrace yourself?"
"Why stop now? Is your act wearing thin?"
In this place, a guest’s request was law.
I stared at the beast and slowly sank back onto my knees.
It growled louder, more savagely.
Perhaps... it really was starving.
Without a second thought, I bit down hard on the back of my hand, tearing off a chunk of flesh. I spat the bloodied meat into a bowl and gently slid it toward the dog.