"Huff... Huff..."
"Come on, get up. We're not done yet." Ashton instructed Duncan before cracking his knuckles, "I told you I was feeling a bit rusted. I need to freely move my joints you know."
Duncan was on his knees, covered in blood all over, and it was no coincidence that he ended up like that. After all, Ashton's fists were covered in his blood. The rules of the academy might have protected the students, but he was the only one who could have protected 'his' servants.
In other words, he could have done whatever he pleased with them and no one would bat an eye. Because frankly, no one cared about humans either way. Ashton knew these bastards were spying on him, but he left them to go unpunished because he had a 'soft spot' for humans.
