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Mario's angry gaze turned towards Toad, his fiery eyes seeming to project all the responsibility and anger onto him, silently questioning why Toad hadn't trained Tom to be more obedient, more devoid of humanity. Mario's rage made the atmosphere in the room tense and oppressive, as if an unpredictable storm could erupt at any moment.
Toad felt the immense pressure from Mario, his face turning pale with anger and disappointment towards Tom. He hadn't expected Tom to make such a huge mistake at a critical moment, which not only denied his own training abilities but also challenged Mario's authority. Toad glared angrily at Tom, then immediately knelt down, bowing his head to apologize to Mario. His voice carried deep respect and fear, conveying his willingness to take on everything to make up for this mistake.
"Sir, this is my fault. I did not fully carry out your orders, and did not completely tame this... canine. I will take full responsibility. Please give me another chance. I will retrain it until it completely forgets its human memories and dignity, until it becomes a completely obedient dog." Toad spoke with a firm tone, but also with a hint of despair, because he knew that this mistake might cost him dearly.
Toad knelt on the ground, his body tense to the extreme. He dared not lift his head, only feeling Mario's heavy footsteps gradually approaching. When Mario's footsteps stopped in front of him, Toad's heart raced, nervous to the point of suffocation. Mario's deep voice sounded above his head, each word hitting his heart like a sledgehammer.
"Looks like you still don't know how to manage your subordinates. I think it's time for you to experience it firsthand," Mario's words were filled with threat and dissatisfaction, and the cold tone made Toad shiver.
Despair surged in Toad's heart, as he knew that Mario's words were not to be taken lightly. It meant that he would face severe punishment in the near future. He tightly bit his lower lip, not daring to make a sound, afraid that any slight movement would anger Mario and make his situation even worse.
Toad kept praying in his heart, hoping to alleviate this punishment, but he also knew that Mario's punishments were always extremely severe. At this moment, he could only silently accept the impending pain and secretly swear in his heart that if he could survive this ordeal, he would train Tom to be more perfect and prevent similar mistakes from happening.
In the deep chambers of the palace, a storm of attacks was directed at Toad as Mario's every blow was filled with power, releasing all of his wild nature and deep-seated fears. This was not just a punishment for Toad, but also Mario's attempt to rid himself of the deeply suppressed unease in his heart.
Every time the sound of a hand falling is like a sledgehammer striking everyone's heart, the air is filled with a suppressed and painful atmosphere. Toad Although trying to hold back from making a sound, the unbearable pain still unconsciously makes him groan, each low moan seems to tell of endless humiliation and despair.
After the storm, Mario stands next to Toad with scars all over, panting. Although he temporarily feels relieved, the deep-rooted fear and unease, like an old man's prophecy, continue to entangle him, making it impossible for him to truly be free. Even though the old man has been executed, the shadow in his heart seems even heavier, and the fear follows him like a shadow, never able to be shaken off.
Toad is curled up in a corner of the palace, every inch of his skin bearing the marks of Mario's wild outburst. Fresh blood oozes slowly from his wounds, intertwining with the shadows on the floor to create a gruesome scene. Mario stands inside, the fervor in his eyes gradually receding, replaced by indifference and cruelty. His hands are stained with blood, as if this blood has become a testament to his power.
The air in the room freezes with fear, the maids' faces pale as they stand silently, afraid to make a sound. Their gazes shift between Mario and Toad, their inner terror churning like a raging wave. Mario looks coldly at the blood on his hands, seemingly trying to find some relief in this redness. Slowly, he raises his hand and presses the bloody palm against his pristine white suit, the clash of blood red and pure white not only a stark contrast of colors, but also an intuitive display of Mario's inner struggle and conflict.
A clear blood handprint was left on the pure white suit, like a silent accusation, pointing directly to the deepest darkness and intensity within Mario. At this moment, Mario no longer appears as the lofty ruler, but rather as a prisoner trapped by his own ambition, fear, and fervor. This room deep within the palace witnessed a drama of power, fear, and bloodshed, leaving an indelible mark on Mario's heart.
In the mirror, Mario's image suddenly became particularly vivid. The red handprint on the pure white suit resembled a work of art, adding a wild and unrestrained beauty to the formal attire. A hint of satisfaction and excitement flashed in his eyes, as if this inadvertent creation perfectly interpreted his inner world - a realm filled with contradictions, struggles, and impulses.
Mario Gently touching the bloodstain in the mirror, as if caressing his own soul, Mario found an outlet for the chaos and frenzy in that moment. Suddenly, he couldn't bear to part with the suit, the bloodstain no longer evidence of violence, but a symbol of his identity and power.
Mario Looking at himself in the mirror, a smug smile formed at the corner of his mouth. It seemed as if he was thinking, "This is exactly how I should look." In that instant, all confusion, fear, and unease vanished, replaced by an unprecedented confidence and satisfaction. He seemed to be reborn, eagerly anticipating tonight's revelry. The suit would be his armor, as he prepared to unleash his power and charm in this night of celebration.
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