There was no way Frozen Milk could contain himself. Excitement, fear and anxiety were all eating on him away. He was a nervous wreck about to be sent as an offering to all the blackened readers who would've gladly welcomed his corpse as their trophy.
Frozen Milk was indeed frozen. Frozen on the spot, unable to move as the footsteps closed in and the branches of the trees rustled as if they were trying to rustle Frozen Milk into insanity.
Then it finally stopped.
A low, magnetic voice appeared behind Frozen Milk: "Who are you?"
That was when Frozen Milk truly wished he could get sucked into a void to endure all the hate comments shoved into his ass.
"Hey, system! System! Please reply! Please! How am I supposed to get out of here? How?"
Yet it was futile. The system gave him a half-assed answer such as "currently in sleep mode".
"Are you sure you're in sleep mode? Are you? Are you? Someone in a fucking sleep mode won't be able to fucking say they're in a sleep mode, damn you! My systems aren't even half of a drained ass like you!"
Frozen Milk cursed and cursed in his mind. Millions of flying thoughts swarmed and circled around his brain. He was furious. So furious!
"Hey, I asked you a question!" a large hand grabbed his shoulder and Frozen Milk felt how violently his soul tried to leave his body. It was trying to forcefully extract itself, so only his lump of meat that was his body would suffer.
Frozen Milk was at a complete loss about what to do! How were the authors in his stories able to survive? By knowledge? By how different they were? The oh-so-cliché "wow, you're not like the others!" crap?
Screw that! He wouldn't fall into those cliché tropes! No way! He had enough reading about them in his hate comments. Now, he knew why his readers hated them so much. He would never cling onto the golden thigh nor try to make the villain his. No! No! No!
So, what was the best option? Of course! To run, to unabashedly and proudly run the hell away. Maybe he could awaken some special power but that was only a helpless, feeble dream, crushing hope of his.
The grip intensified and Frozen Milk felt his shoulder blade would crack any second and could be used as a damn murder weapon. He definitely didn't want to be killed by his own bone.
Frozen Milk furiously tried to get his mind to work. Even though he wrote his villain, he had absolutely no idea on how to appease him because he wrote the villain as vague and mysterious as possible. Only his violent and OPness was written in detail.
Frozen Milk really felt all the life force drain out of him. He was tired, so tired. He would die any moment. Well, he already died once, so what was the difference?
The difference? The difference was, this one here would be a bloody slow and painful death! Lost in his thoughts, Frozen Milk suddenly screamed out. The hand on his shoulder brutally made him turn around and now he was face to face with his villain.
And oh boy, Frozen Milk was ready to drop his pants and donate his blood through his nose to worship this godly alpha male. The saliva he drooled from his mouth was in such large quantities that all the fangirls and rotten females would be so envious, they'd immediately start a protest and write countless hateful fanfics of him to show their superiority.
Frozen Milk was a dude. Yes, Frozen Milk was a damn dude and he was straight. Straight as a ruler, as a cucumber that'd be used to pleasure all the lewd and hungry females in both openings.
Yet, he couldn't help but to feel a bit proud to see what a godly creature he created and that only with paper and pen or better said, keyboard and monitor!
For the first time in his life, Frozen Milk felt satisfaction and pleasure from something else than angering his poor readers. He now understood and realised the power he held. The power of an author and completely forgot this was also the reason why he ended up here in the first place.
"Man, I've done a bloody good job!" Frozen Milk wiped off his drool and seized up the villain.
"Good, good," Frozen Milk was truly impressed. Perfect handsome face, perfect well-built body.
"Good, good," Frozen Milk didn't realise that all the words he thought would only dare to appear in his mind actually had the audacity to find their way out of his rotten mouth into the ears of his fearsome villain.
Yet, his villain watched this pitiful and lowly insignificant character's eyes almost violently ravaging his body and the words accompanied by a shuddering, harassing voice, entering every part of his body to gruesomely attack his hormones.
The villain continued to stand there and watch Frozen Milk become more brazen and arrogant by the minute as his long fingers full of ulterior motives poked the naked parts of the villain and sent a stream of signals that triggered the villain's unconscious murderous side.
Just a minute ago, this small character trembled before the all-mighty villain but now it seemed like the tables have turned and the villain was reduced to a groping doll that was bound by its fear to have something rather nasty poke or pleasure itself on it.
The villain now made up his mind. This cannon fodder in front of him with a humongous audacity needed to be eliminated! In the worst and most befitting way possible for a disgraceful pervert.
Frozen Milk immediately tensed up. He sensed it. He never knew it was possible to feel something like this but just now he felt it: the overwhelming and pure killing intent. It crawled all over his body and gnawed on every part of him with waves of oncoming death whispering, no breathing into his face.
If Frozen Milk knew the villain thought of him as a lustful pervert, Frozen Milk would've gladly buried himself in his disappearing dignity and pride he already lost ages ago.He was just trying to figure out if his villain was real! If he was real blood and flesh, how could he be so misunderstood?
But Frozen milk would never know and all that he could think of was to escape the massive murderous aura looming over him.
"What did I do?" Frozen Milk cried tears of injustice and wished he could freeze them to use as icicles to penetrate the villain so he would understand his feelings.
But it was impossible and what was more impossible to think of was that right now Frozen Milk ran away from the villain like a maiden running away from her crush and constantly calling out: "Come and get me hahaha."
Hahahaha, his ass!
In this large jungle with dozens of vines, blood lustful insects and melting water, Frozen Milk tripped a few times too much and his body screamed in anguish. But he could suppress the vicious cries of his body because all on his mind were those imposing footsteps behind him.
"Oh dear, oh Lord, I promise I will be a better person next time! No, not next time! Not next time! This time! This time! I'll live a pious life and become a monk to help all the people!" Frozen Milk prayed hard.
Yes, that was it! He was going to become a monk to free himself of all his sinful sadistic pleasures of inflicting emotional pain onto his readers he loved to toy with.
And as if heaven gave him a second chance, as if the reader god took pity on him, a small cave underneath a rock appeared.