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He pulled his hair, pulling the dumbass off the bed. He immediately curled up, covering his head with his hands. Having kicked him properly, ignoring the plaintive groans, he took out a knife and forced him to look at me.

“If you do something like that again with the things of the Sibyl, I will turn your nose into a pig's penny,” the blade pressed against the cheek of the frightened “Hero”, leaving a scratch on it. - Do you understand me, freak?

- Y-yes... I'm sorry.

Wincing at the trembling voice, I stood up.

- Get dressed. We're going to Jerome.

- Yes, well ... - Almost crying, the pervert got up from the floor.

I stood at the door, carefully watching the half-wit and mechanically playing with the knife. The thick handle twisted in the fingers as the grip changed over and over again.

Hastily and confused, the man deigned to get dressed. He stood up, looking at me questioningly.

"Get out," he ordered, waving his knife towards the door.

Dejected, the idiot went out into the corridor.