Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

Chapter 540: The Slaughter in Slow Motion

Diana’s breathing was fast and shallow. She spoke again, louder this time, her voice cracking with emotion while still shielding me completely:

"Katrina... you can shoot me. You can kill me right now. I don’t care. But if any of you even look at Dexter the wrong way..." Her voice turned ice-cold and murderous, "I will make sure every single one of you dies screaming. Slowly. Painfully. I swear it on everything I have."

She pushed me even further back against the wall, almost crushing me with her body, using herself as a complete barrier. One of her arms stayed wrapped behind her, holding me protectively while the other kept her gun aimed forward.

"Grace," Diana ordered without looking away, "if they fire, you get Dexter out first. Drag him if you have to. Don’t worry about me."

Grace looked torn but nodded, positioning herself to cover us as well.

Diana turned her head slightly toward me, her eyes glistening with rare vulnerability. Her voice dropped again to the softest whisper:

"Please... stay behind me, baby. I can’t lose you. Not after I finally have you. You’re the only thing that matters to me."

The standoff grew even deadlier. The red dots of laser sights crawled menacingly across Diana’s chest and forehead like predatory insects, each one promising instant death. The armed men stood ready, fingers hovering over triggers, eyes cold and professional.

Yet Diana didn’t flinch. She stood like an unbreakable wall in front of me, her smaller body the only shield between me and a storm of bullets. Her breathing was steady, but I could feel the rapid thud of her heart against my chest. She was terrified — not for herself, but for me.

The corridor fell into a terrifying, suffocating silence. Only the sound of heavy breathing, the faint clicking of triggers being squeezed, and the distant echoes of chaos from above remained.

Suddenly, the man who looked like the leader of the group pressed a finger to his Bluetooth earpiece and spoke in a low, calm voice:

"Okay... Boss... understood."

He lowered his hand and looked straight at us with dead eyes.

"We have already located Ms. Linda and Ms. Selena. We don’t need to leave any of them alive. Shoot them all."

The moment those words left his mouth, every gun in the group began to rise.

Grace immediately stepped in front of Diana, gun raised, ready to die protecting her boss.

Diana turned to me in an instant, spinning around and hugging me tightly, desperately pressing her entire body against mine as if she could shield me from every bullet in the world. Her arms wrapped around my back like iron bands.

"I love you, Dexter... I’m sorry... because of me..." she whispered brokenly into my chest, voice cracking with raw fear and regret.

Enough.

I activated God Speed.

The world around me instantly slammed into super slow motion.

Everything stretched and distorted like time itself had been dipped in thick, invisible syrup. The armed men’s fingers were frozen mid-pull on their triggers, the tiny metallic clicks of the hammers stretching into long, low groans.

Bullets that had just begun to leave the barrels hung motionless in the air like deadly silver bees suspended in amber.

Their faces — twisted in rage and focus — were now eerily still, every wrinkle, every bead of sweat, every micro-expression captured perfectly in this frozen moment. Grace’s shout of defiance stretched into a deep, distorted growl that seemed to last forever. Diana’s desperate hug felt like warm, slow-moving silk wrapping around me.

In this slowed world, I moved like a god of death — effortless, weightless, impossibly fast.

I summoned Magical Tool with a single thought. The artifact instantly transformed in my hand into a long, razor-sharp combat knife, its edge gleaming with lethal perfection. The blade felt weightless, an extension of my will.

I blurred forward.

In the space of a single heartbeat in real time, I became a ghost of silver and shadow. I moved from man to man with surgical precision, my body a streak of motion that the slowed world could barely register.

First, the leader. I stepped right up to him, looked into his frozen, hateful eyes, and drew the knife across his throat in one clean, effortless slash. The blade parted skin, muscle, and artery without resistance. A thin line of blood appeared instantly, but the droplets hung in the air like perfect red pearls, refusing to fall yet.

I didn’t stop. I flowed to the next man, then the next. Each slash was perfect — a single horizontal cut from ear to ear, severing carotid arteries and windpipes in one fluid motion.

Their heads tilted back ever so slightly in the slowed time, expressions still locked in mid-sneer, completely unaware that their lives had already ended. Blood sprayed in graceful, frozen arcs that looked almost beautiful in this timeless state — crimson ribbons suspended mid-air like macabre artwork.

I disarmed every single one of them while they were still falling in slow motion. My hands moved in blurs, yanking rifles and pistols from their rigid fingers and stacking them neatly in a far corner of the corridor so they wouldn’t accidentally discharge when time resumed. Twenty-three men in total — every single throat opened with surgical cruelty.

But I wasn’t done.

I blurred out of the underground corridor and raced through the entire villa at god-like speed. The world outside the slowed bubble was still frozen chaos — guards running in mid-stride, glass shards hanging in the air from earlier shattered windows. I found every sniper position one by one.

On the rooftop, three snipers lay prone, scopes glued to their eyes.

I appeared behind each of them like a phantom and slashed their throats with the same ruthless precision — clean, deep cuts that would ensure they never fired another shot. Their bodies began to slump in ultra-slow motion as I moved on.

Two more snipers were positioned at high windows on the east wing. Same fate — a flash of my knife, a frozen spray of blood that would only begin falling once I stopped.

The last sniper was on the west balcony. I ended him too.

Only Katrina was left completely untouched. I wanted Diana to deal with her betrayal personally.