He inquires as if he is now able to display emotion on his face. I can see that he is only irritated and concerned; he has a look in his eyes that suggests he is concerned about me. I dismiss those thoughts. Then I proceeded to say some words that probably caught him off guard, as I did not flinch when I saw him briefly widen his eyes.
"Where is this place, and why are they selling women to nobles? I have been caught like them and what caused our capture?”
“What did you do in the first place to be caught by them?”
"I run to catch the thief and make him pay, but the darkness has already enveloped me, and I'm already in this place with these women and people"
I wait for him to continue speaking after he says "I see," but he remains silent. Instead, he releases his grip on me and retreats for a moment before deciding what to do to me.
He looks me in the eyes and tells me something that causes me to widen my eyes, "I don't intend to t
“Ahhh!” At that moment, I hear someone screaming, and I can also hear my own heartbeats racing as if I had just fled from something that is considered a nightmare. As if I were bathed in a cold, viscous fluid like I had died a second time without avenging my previous death.I grip the white sheet tightly and force myself to calm down. I am aware that I must take action before I can perceive that everything is real.When I look around, my eyes widen as I realize I'm no longer in that small house, in that room where there is a rabbit's blood dripping onto the floor and two eyes, one with golden eyes shining like fire and one with crimson eyes bloody as hell.I can no longer imagine it; when I look into the eyes of those two young men, I feel as though I'm being devoured, and the darkness has taken over my being.I don't know what brought me to this point in time, but one thing is certain: it appears that I'm returning to my previous lifestyle af
"Milady, a cup of tea in the morning!" I hear birdsong in the vicinity of where I have been. A day has passed since my return to this household, but neither the duke nor the duchess have greeted me or inquired about what transpired.For them, it seems as if my entire existence has been a joke as if they are forcing me to do things on the surface while keeping me as a doll until the real one is healed and returns to reclaim the title I once held.I cannot allow that to occur in this lifetime, not after being given a second chance. I narrow my eyes as I observe Kaylla, who appears to be enjoying the view as she smiles. I could only sigh as I smiled and looked back.I cannot have a genuine smile at me this morning, but I can assure her that I intend to smile at her as a friend and not as a household servant.I take a sip of the tea she served and find that it is indeed soothing. It makes me feel buoyant. We converse briefly before she leaves me alone to comp
I was unable to speak as if my voice were etched on the back of my throat and I was unable to release it. Despite this, I can still feel that my mouth is wide open and ready to speak. Perhaps Xander waited a moment because we were engulfed in silence.He looks at me as if he's analyzing my physique, and a moment later, all I can hear from him is his sighing and frustrated expression as he takes three steps away from me and pulls his hair. Even his teeth are clenched as he looks out the window. I can see that the curtains immediately closed after he snapped his finger. Now, his room lacks the sun's warm illumination.Eventually, Xander looks enraged, and I'm aware that my words likely enraged him. It is indeed so dark that one might be afraid to enter. If anyone could see him right now, they would tremble and fall to the floor because he is dangerously angry about something.They were eventually able to distinguish a dangerous monster in front of their eyes.
Casimir was the last person to caress my body, yet I feel as though every inch of my body is aching for Xander's touch. My eyebrows and eyes are in a disorganized pattern as I open my mouth.Hearing those words made me feel helpless and fearful that he will do something to me that I have never wanted to experience.My experience cannot occur at this time, not while I regard this individual as a friend and while I am unprepared.As I collect my thoughts, I glare at him. Having taken a few deep breaths before responding, "I see," I pause before saying, "There's nothing to worry about." If you believed that I do not believe you, you are mistaken. I'm just in doubt. I say, "Other than that, I guess I haven't explained myself further before," and when he looks directly into my eyes, I sense a hint of surprise.His grin has vanished as he narrows his eyes at me. I feel as though he is staring at me inappropriately, but I can set that aside for the time being be
I can't think clearly after hearing those words because of the heat I'm feeling. He inserted more than one finger this time, giving the impression that something inside of me is building once more. Almost like three fingers.I almost recoil when it aches, but Xander merely kisses me, assuming that ultimately, his kisses will caress the pain and make it go away as they can induce it. Yet, I can only wait a short while more till I begin to experience a pleasure instead of suffering.It's compulsive. Compared to when Casimir had massaged me, this feeling is fresh to me and makes me feel as though I can see things I can't.Since Xander isn't at all delicate, I find myself craving the heat from his body. When I'm not with Casimir, whom I can only assume is using me as a tool, it makes me feel wanted. I can't continue to act in that manner or continue to serve as his instrument.When Xander lets go of his shaft from his clothes, that's when I can feel him rubbi
Overwhelming silence pervaded the entire scene. It seems as though I am unable to hear the screams and that none of the people are visible to me. All I can think about at the moment is this young man who keeps magically appearing in front of me and acting like a rescuer even though I know he isn't.He is a dangerous individual—no, he is not an individual—rather, he is a creature of time that is tough to kill. It's possible that he has already considered us to be allies, even in this circumstance where I am desperately trying to avoid becoming a tragedy."You're a lot more mysterious than I anticipated. Perhaps you are just like us, but in this circumstance where you are being treated like the witch, it is misguided to believe that a human being like you could become like us.” As I hear him pause, he quickly adjusts the scene such that I can no longer see any people and we are in a pitch-black environment or any living thing therein.When that h
I knew I was in a position to call my time as soon as I heard those words. I make an effort to open my eyes, but the first time I did so, it felt painful.The only thing left for me to do is to move my hands freely, and as soon as I did, the two stopped speaking, and I could hear them coming toward me from the bed.Although I am aware that I am lying on a bed, I am unsure of my exact location.Xander and I did it, didn't we? Why, then, is Auster even present? Maybe I should question him later.I immediately feel a little lighter than before when I'm unable to hear anything anymore. I forced myself to open my eyes when I had previously believed that I couldn't, and as a result, I now feel lighter than I did before because the warm lights that were engulfing my entire being were the first thing to enter my eyesight.As soon as they vanish, I furrow my brows, but when I glance at Auster, I realize that he is the one who has once again cured me.
I can tell he's serious when I look into his eyes. I couldn't help but furrow my brows since, for the first time, I felt as though a spot of ink had penetrated my skin, turning it into a curse. So how am I going to carry out my plans when I can experience lust at any moment?No matter how many seconds have passed, I still can't seem to ask those questions. I try to talk but it seems like my throat has taken control of my voice.I can tell that Auster is waiting for my words as I look into his eyes, but even after a minute has gone, all I can hear him say is a sigh as he places both of his hands on my shoulders.Even though I am temporarily unable to talk, I raise both of my eyebrows at him and inquire as to why.If it ever occurs, I suppose you'll be worn out and unable to carry out your intentions, right? He says in a quiet tone. Although I can't predict it, I had already anticipated his composure in this circumstance.I nod my head as I turn to f