Barbaric Spouse, Descry the Night's Lure-Chapter 233: Scene CCXXXIII
Ordering them to check if someone was around, door after door they went to investigate, grasping more ease the more they found nothing. Missing the moment for their guard was lowered...
“Oi, no one’s here either... Hm?”
“Here either.”
“Not a soul around here either.”
“Where’s tha Female?” — Coming out back to the hallway, Yngve asked the fellow savages. Receiving their ignorant shrug that made all three of them severe and focused for hunt, opening the door she should have been in to not find her. — “Effing waste, where’s she!?”
“She was supposed to be in this room wasn’t she?”
“Did you see her come out? Maybe she’s in another room.”
“I was inside that room, I couldn’t have seen her.”
“Shut tha muzzle and look for tha Female.”
“...”
Albeit to their acute senses, the men had failed to listen to the fight the woman gave as she was forcefully abducted into higher grounds of the Orteu’s castle. The savages looked again where they had already searched for they could not easily find the stairs hidden in the room she had been abducted from, and had met the abductor.
“Shush... make a sound and I’ll cut your throat like I did that one over there.” — The man said to her ear, pointing with the end of the knife he held to her neck at the chair further inside... where a naked woman laid lifeless while painting in her blood’s red the length of her nude feminity along the torn gown she was stripped from.
“.....”
To the sight, Ewelina’s lids closed sorry for the woman that appeared young while lifeless. Swallowing down any fear she needed to measurely handle so her destiny would not become the same... Standing motionless so his knife would not move dangerously... and carefully talking with low sound.
“... For what reason was she killed?”
“..... Fun.” — To the question he didn’t expect, the man answered honestly, smiling as he glanced at the stream the blood had followed. — “See how the red falls chaotic at first since she suffers the cut?... and then it suddenly calms down once she’s lifeless... It’s fun to watch... She died after sucking my cock.”
Disgusted by the pride his voice conveyed with the story, Ewelina clenched her lips in repulsion as his mouth talked too close to her ear with unwelcomed breath.
Nonetheless, in the middle of such exchange, they heard those searching for her on the other side, and holding her roughly by the arm, the man took her further inside, having other ideas given the thrill of danger and ale.
“Look... Look at her.” — He said while making Ewelina stand before the woman. — “She looks pure, doesn’t she? Would you believe she offered herself?”
“...”
“She came to me, I sat her there and opened her gown with this knife. I told her to convince me and she pleased herself before requesting to suck me up...” — Starting to like Ewelina’s scent he commenced to tell, checking the body he now kept hostage while coming up with more disturbing ideas to whisper to her ear. — “Won’t you do the same? Unlike her, I would put my seed inside you before killing you.”
“..... That will bring your death not mine... Devor Felios.”
“..... So you know who I am.”
“Unfortunately... I do.” — Ewelina answered while keeping still even as his hand went down her stomach, amassing a killing intent she had never bared before. — “What is amusing to see is how the sayings were true about the Felios’s heir... Such distasteful entertainment you share has been confirmed to be truthful with this woman’s state.”
“You have quite the mouth for being a mere woman. You’re reckless, huh.”
“I am no mere woman.” — Having his attention, Ewelina decided to make time so those outside could find the way to the hidden room.
“Certainly. It took me days to learn of this place and yet you opened the door right as you arrived... who are you? It’s intriguing... even your hair is uncommon.”
“... I once lived in this Castle.”
“Were you a servant?... a slave perhaps? Haha.”
“... More or less...” — Searching with her eyes for something that may aid her in letting those outside learn of her location, Ewelina vaguely answered. Igniting a chuckle from the man that would become the clue for those savages outside to follow, those of acute senses... for his little care would let them start looking closer where they should.
“Hahahaha~!... What does that mean? Speak clearly... Mh~?” — Touching more of her the man said without controlling the sound he made, biting the ear of the woman, to which, indifferent to be cut, moved lightly away, disgusted... and gaining a small cut in her neck although she could not escape his grasp. — “! Woah now... I almost cut you, you shouldn’t move like that.”
“I prefer the cut.”
“..... Tell who you truly are. You can’t be a servant with this attitude.”
“....... I was once a daughter of this house you have invaded. I am Ewelina Myrkzver... Before daughter of Orteu’s rightful blood.”
“... Myrkzver? That Archduke’s?”
“...”
“Hah... So you’re that Archduke’s wife?... Ewelina you say you’re called...?” — Lifting his hand from her body the man took her hair instead, smelling it amused to learn her identity. — “That savage man’s your husband... no wonder this sight didn’t amaze you... Rougher things he must have done and showed you, huh?”
“...”
“Answer.”
“?!?!... What are you asking.”
“... You must be accustomed to worse things, aren’t you?” — Leaning closer after making her turn and face him, the man’s face became visible with its red beard, smirking at the depraved thoughts his imagination crafted at the woman’s figure. — “It’s no wonder you didn’t even flinch as many did before... It’s nice for a change... I’m sure you would like what I do better than your spouse.”
“... My spouse cannot compare to the likes of you.”
“Of course he can’t. I would do better.” — Mistaken in his understanding of her words, the knife that started going down to lightly pinch her abdomen’s length menaced other places. Coming up with despising ideas. — “You would ask for more... Want to see?”
*Phtoo*
The sound of her spit resounded even as it covered his eye... and the disgust in her visage became stronger while not fearing the consequences of her actions.
