Free Web NovelChapter 67: Chapter 67: Brutalizing “Madelyn”
Chapter 67: Brutalizing "Madelyn"
At the sight of Homelander walking in, "Madelyn’s" eyes filled with a mix of deep remorse and terror. She wept, begging, "I’m sorry, Homelander... I’m so, so sorry..."
Homelander closed in slowly, his voice dripping with an oppressive weight. "You lied to me the entire time... You stole my son, you hid the fact that my father was alive... You treated me like a dog only fit to bleed for you. It’s only now that they’ve finally returned to my side..."
"It’s all my fault, I deserve to die! I’m so incredibly sorry..." Madelyn sobbed, tears streaming down her face.
If this had been the old Homelander, he undoubtedly would have collapsed into her arms, weeping bitterly and even sucking her fingers for comfort. But now—
Bang!
Homelander lunged forward, burying a right hook square into Madelyn’s face. He calculated his strength with precise perfection, delivering just enough force to inflict severe damage without outright killing her.
"Argh!!" Madelyn shrieked as she was sent flying through the air, crashing heavily against the wall.
"You goddamn bitch! Fuck! Fuck!!" Homelander rushed her instantly.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
He unleashed punch after punch, venting the raw fury festering in his heart. Yes! Just like this! Homelander cursed and thrashed her in tandem. Until...
"Aaaagh..." Covered in bruises and swelling, "Madelyn" finally reached his breaking poin under the savage assault.
Accompanied by a bizarre, sickening squelch of squirming muscle and bone, the woman on the floor instantly began to warp. In a flash, "Madelyn" vanished, replaced by a massive, three-hundred-pound fat man, his blood-soaked face and layers of blubber trembling violently. Turns out this Madelyn was actually Doppelganger.
"Mr. Homelander! Please, stop! I can’t take it anymore!" Doppelganger wailed like a stuck pig, clutching his mangled, swollen face on the floor. "It hurts so much... my ribs are broken... any more and you’re going to fucking beat me to death!"
Seeing the fake Madelyn return to his true form, Homelander’s sense of revenge-fueled satisfaction was instantly shattered. He stood up, disgustedly flicking the blood from his hand.
"Change back!" Homelander commanded coldly.
"No! No! Sir!" Doppelganger scrambled backward in sheer terror. "I’m literally going to die! My face is swollen to hell, and trying to maintain the morph while taking a beating has pushed my body and mind completely past their limits! I physically can’t do it right now!"
Homelander took a deep breath. Walking over to the leather sofa, he sat down, fished a photograph from a compartment in his suit, and tossed it down in front of Doppelganger with a sharp slap. The face on the photo was none other than Becca.
"I’ll give you a pass today." Homelander leaned back against the sofa, glaring at Doppelganger with pure distaste. Doppelganger had always run Madelyn’s dirty errands anyway, handling a laundry list of repulsive tasks, and Homelander had been sick of looking at him for a long time. Even The Deep was a bit more normal than this freak.
"Rest up for a few days. Once the injuries on your fat ass heal, I want you to morph into Stan Edgar, and then Becca. Those two have been making me sick for years, and I’m going to give them a thrashing too," Homelander said in a measured tone.
"Y-Yes, sir! Mr. Homelander! I promise I’ll do it!" Doppelganger let out a breath of relief. He was a Supe, after all; these flesh wounds should heal themselves in a matter of days. Fighting to save his own skin, he gritted his teeth and dragged himself off the floor. With another nauseating squelch of twisting muscle, Doppelganger shifted right back into the bruised and swollen form of Madelyn. freewebnøvel.coɱ
He slipped back into character with practiced ease. Kneeling at Homelander’s feet, "Madelyn" began violently slapping her own face, weeping her repentance in a thoroughly desperate, subservient voice. "It’s all my fault! I’m the most hypocritical, worthless bitch on the planet! I deserve to die ten thousand deaths! I am so sorry, Mr. Homelander..."
Watching this display, Homelander’s fury gradually ebbed away, and he quickly made his exit from the safehouse. Once Homelander was completely gone, Doppelganger collapsed with a heavy sigh of relief, dropping the morph to return to his true form.
"Whew..." Lingering dread was written all over Doppelganger’s face. If Homelander hadn’t snapped back to reality at the last second, he would have been a dead man. Originally, Doppelganger had assumed Homelander was keeping him hidden away just to have him morph into Madelyn or other women for some twisted, kinky shit. Turns out... nope. The guy just wanted him to shift into people he loathed so he could use him as a punching bag. What an absolute psycho. Doppelganger shook his head in sheer helplessness. But his tormentor was the most powerful Supe on the planet; what the hell was he supposed to do to stop him?
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The top-floor luxury suite of the Peninsula Hotel. Across the sprawling, plush bed, tangled silk sheets lay scattered haphazardly. The air was heavily thick with the combined scent of hormones and alcohol.
Benjamin was shirtless, resting comfortably against the headboard. His thick, muscular arm was slung possessively over Starlight’s smooth, pale shoulder, while his other hand held a cigar, comfortably blowing a dense ring of smoke into the room.
This is the goddamn life, Benjamin thought to himself. Since transmigrating into this world, he had zero shortage of women, zero shortage of luxury, and a phenomenally powerful son to boot. He could feel himself getting a bit spoiled by the high life.
Granted, Vought International’s revenue had taken a substantial hit lately. It wasn’t just the stock dip; the production frequency of their movie slate had slowed to a crawl because the Supes spent most of their time dealing with rogue Supes. But it didn’t fucking matter. Once he cleared out the Church of the Collective, he’d likely secure another massive windfall anyway.
There was another angle to consider. While all research and human trials involving Compound V had been suspended, that didn’t mean Benjamin was abandoning the substance permanently. If he could find an ethical, non-atrocious avenue to exploit it down the line, that would be ideal. Perhaps the raw power of Compound V could be harnessed for civilian breakthroughs... like enhancing physical health or extending lifespans? Granted, it would take an absolute age without the shortcuts of human experimentation like in the original timeline. But whatever. If there was one thing Benjamin had an infinite supply of, it was time.
Right now, as Starlight snuggled against his chest, her beautiful large eyes would still occasionally emit a blinding flash of white light.
"Heh," Benjamin drew on his cigar, watching Starlight’s eyes flare and dim like a faulty flashlight. Letting out a quiet chuckle, he teased, "Annie, I’ve seen my fair share of wild shit in my day. But I have to admit, there were a few moments back there where I genuinely thought someone was throwing flashbangs at the headboard."
Starlight flushed crimson instantly. "Shut up! I can’t help it... whenever I get too overwrought emotionally, my powers just glitch out and bleed into the real world."
Recalling how she had flashed uncontrollably due to an intense, overwhelming rush of ecstasy moments ago, Starlight felt profoundly embarrassed. And the afterglow was devastating...
"Don’t worry," Benjamin murmured. "I’ll have you lighting up again in a minute."
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