You Think I Won't Talk?-Chapter 444 — Fight, Love… Die.

The hand on her back was felt as if the devil’s claws had caught her, and in grief, Marianne closed her eyes to listen to his murmurs become growls that could eventually make her lose her sanity.

"It’s been so long..." — Paul gasped, touching the visage of the nauseous woman who appeared graceful, lifting it so the beauty could be admired... until patience would be lost. — "Open those eyes. Look at me, Marianne."

A second was the only time he gave her before his hand would shake and squeeze her jaw harmfully so the anthracite would be unlocked by the long eyelashes. And watching them look directly into his golden hues, the hardened demeanour with which he demanded her stare quickly melted into a pesky grin.

Dirty like his depraved wishes, he leaned onto her visage, draining her blood from the surprise a dangerous movement could have been... yet his lips did not touch hers even as he craved it, pressuring her cheek with the force needed to restrain the forbidden desire of the sibling.

’ . . . h- he almost... I’m sure he wanted- he wanted to-...’ — Shaken by the disgrace and disgust this meant, Marianne’s muscles stressed themselves from the unbelievable doings of the sibling, unable to thread her thoughts correctly at the shock and sensations these actions, as well as another soul’s past, invoked.

"I won’t do it... even though we made sure no one would see us... Only once we get out of here, will we be able to feel this happiness thoroughly, my-... my Marianne... Marianne..." — Another hurtful press of his lips and whiff of his breath stroked the mortified skin of the Lady. Continuing to ignore her true sensations that rejected him deeply while seeing them as joyful in his unstable mind. — "I’ve prepared everything. I’m taking you with me, so never again will anyone separate us."

— Like this... we will always be together... —

"..n..." — ’...God.... please no...’

"Haha yes. No one will get in the way this time. Those guards that were placed on you... won’t even know what happened... It’s perfect... everything was planned and so that’s why we can be like this... I’ve done well, haven’t I, my dear... oh, dear little sister?" — Paul, mesmerized in his insanity told to the frightful wide hues he deemed as delighted to the horrifying news. Cuddling his nose to the woman’s restricted cheek feeling delighted by the forced closeness. — "The time we had to wait is finally over. My loved Marianne..."

".. ... ."

"We are finally going to be together. On our own... Having us who only matter."

— You care about me just as much, right... Elizabeth? —

"__"

— The right answer was that you care even more than me, dummy~ —

Recalling the darkness and the evil’s whispers at the sibling’s insane mumblings, the soul of the outsider, blankly froze as the pain and screams of her original body crawled up a broken throat in her rightful life.

— My love~ Elizabeth~ listen to the trees~ don’t you like how they hit on our walls? —

"fh...m.." — To the grief of the foreign one, Marianne’s body finally tried moving. Directed by the need rooted in fear, to escape this man’s grasp.

"? What is it?... Ah, yes, maybe we should go and talk more at the home we’ll own."

"f-hf... n- no..." — Elizabeth, breaking through the shock of the owner’s body, growled in gasps between her teeth. Starting to gain control of her body again, as she knew this time escaping Paul was the only answer. — "L-Let go."

"? What are you saying?" — Preventing her with ease from leaving his arms, Paul as if innocent, asked. Pondering momentarily as she struggled and repeated the same words desperately.

"Let go... Let go...!"

"Sigh... It’s alright-! Ah. Wait, haha, why do you run? There’s no need for that." — He said as Marianne escaped him while something in his pocket was drawn out. Walking behind her as she gained more speed, preparing the little aid he had prepared by other’s advice before stepping up to reach her.

’Psycho! He’s just like him!! He’s the same as Seth!!’ — As she desperately ran, Elizabeth told Marianne, horrified to think of falling into a devil’s hands again.

’We have to lose him somehow! Somehow!! No matter how-?!’ — "AcK! HE-mh-mph! MMHMMPH!!!"

Yet her escape... was easily forbidden. For skilful Paul was. Like many knights of this Empire and Ama Dhemnih Realm...

Tackling her down by the long skirt she wore, Marianne fell hard to the ground to immediately be muffled by the handkerchief he had prepared. Inhaling some bitter scent and taste... as she still tried to fight him who was now handling her roughly. Keeping her down while with desperate hands, his face, neck and shoulders... everything she managed to reach, was pushed away with the most of her strength. Crying... while the man laughed, happy... unaware of the fright and despair his joy and forceful dominance infringed in the child.

"It’s fine. It’s fine~ Trust me. It’s better to go like this. You won’t even notice."

’No!! No! Let go!! Don’t hurt me! Please!! Paul, don’t do this!!’ — "MPH HMmPh!! Mph! ph..!"

"Shhh... shush..."

"mH!...f...mpH....!...!. .. ." — ’No...! Someone... some..body.....’

With the last of her strength... She saw the smile of the man that broke her mesh with that of Paul’s features... noticing how her fight had become useless as her limbs lost power... and how her nails scratched him without result to the end, receiving a kiss on the cheek from his dry and nauseous lips as her consciousness was lost in the last tear, her now empty eyes held...

’Help me...’

Her silence came along an unmoving body. And once no more resistance came for a moment from the woman, his hand slowly took away the handkerchief that forced her into slumber. Saving it back in the pocket of his vest... to then stare down at the beautiful sibling he had finally overtaken.

"... My Marianne... you will not regret anything... I swear... for our love..." — As if welcomed, Paul’s nose traced her visage’s side... lightly kissing its chin as no more time to relish in the unapproved touch was allowed.