A Horror Game Steeped in Immorality - Volume 2 - Part 6
“Sniff… Ah, ah…”
Each time a pitiful sound came from my hoarse throat, Lycan, instead of covering his ears, awkwardly pressed his lips to mine. It was as if a dog was licking its owner’s face to offer comfort.
“Why, why are you crying Leah? Because of our father? Because my father r*ped you. I’ll f*cking kill that bastard. Leah, don’t worry about anything.”
I roughly wiped my tears with the back of my hand and shook my head. Lycan carefully removed my hand and kissed my swollen eyes.
“…If it’s not because of my father, could it be because of me?”
“….”
“Because I touched you without asking.”
He repented by pressing his lips near my eyes.
“It’s not like that.” A voice filled with sobs leaked out of my mouth pitifully.
Though it was hard even for me to understand, Lycan somehow did, and then as if pleading he asked, “Then why are you crying? Huh?”
The pounding heartbeat from our chests pressing together spread like comfort.
“Lycan, Lycan.”
“Yes, Leah.”
We’re clearly in a game, but why do you feel so real? Your warmth, your scent, your heartbeat, your voice… Why does it all seem so real? Everything about him seemed to be screaming that he was worried sick about me. And funnily enough, I found comfort in Lycan’s awkward expressions.
Hugging Lycan’s back, I felt his solid body stiffen like a log in my arms.
“I never thought I’d say this to you…”
“…”
“Thank you, Lycan.”
[Lycan Albert. Fear 41%]
Surprisingly, his fear level stabilized. Though I hadn’t done anything instead it was Lycan who had been sweating to comfort me. I steadied my wavering determination, feeling his body temperature and skin.
Daymond brought with him the dense scent of blood. The murderer was definitely Daymond. But the scent alone wasn’t enough to label Daymond as the murderer. I needed more… more definitive evidence. I shouldn’t be lying down; I needed to follow Daymond right now…
“It’s only been a few hours since you were crying beneath me.”
“…”
“Now you’re looking for another man already?”
A voice colder than frost reached towards me. I hurriedly pushed Lycan away. Despite my feeble strength, Lycan backed off easily. No, it wasn’t that he backed off; he tore down a huge family photo hanging in one corner of my room and threw it with all his might toward Daymond. The sound of crashing was tremendous! Lycan’s unrestrained action made my eyes widen. A servant following Daymond blocked the family photo with his body, and the photo that broke the servant’s nose fell to the ground. Crack. A web of cracks covered the family photo that had all the members in it smiling eerily.
“Let go, let go!”
Four men rushed in and restrained Lycan. Daymond, looking emotionlessly and coldly at his son, slowly moved. A black leather glove slipped out from the pocket of his jacket. Only after covering his large hand did it become complete. Daymond, looking at Lycan lying on the floor looking at the ceiling, grabbed his collar and lifted him, then punched him with a restrained expression. The sound of the punch was horrific. Lycan, held by the arms by the men, couldn’t resist and just took the punches.
Yet, he didn’t let out a single groan and glared at Daymond as if to kill.
“Put a leash on this ignorant colt and lock him up.”
“Yes, Your Grace.”
The servants dragged Lycan outside, and even as he was being taken away, he kept hurling insults and curses at Daymond.
Step, step. Sharp footsteps approached me. My gaze was fixed on his leather gloves. I had seen those gloves yesterday, too. A chill went down my spine as I belatedly realized I could have died at his hands, and an extreme fear swept through me.
Daymond threw his blood-stained gloves away.
“Sigh…”
His smooth hand which had no roughness lifted my chin. The killing intent that had been lurking in his eyes erupted violently. His presence was so overpowering that it wouldn’t have been strange if he had broken my neck right then and there. Daymond’s face came closer.
“You are mine, Leah.”
“Ah…!”
“Only Dad can enter the hole Dad made. Remember that in your head. If you show me such disgrace again, next time, I’ll really give you a scary punishment.”
Daymond painfully chewed on the flesh of my ear as if to tear it off.
“Ow… Ow, uh!”
Incapable of even drawing a single line on a canvas, losing an ear wouldn’t make me Van Gogh. I’d just be a woman with no left ear, a title nothing to boast of. I grabbed the hem of Daymond’s clothes with trembling hands.
“Yes, yes! I got it… uh, I understand.”
Only after hearing my response did Daymond let go of my ear. Something hot trailed down my earlobe. Without looking, I knew it was blood.
…Damn, that hurts. This vicious murderer.
I cursed him in my mind, words I dared not speak aloud. Suddenly, Daymond reached out his hand toward me. Startled, I flinched involuntarily. Daymond easily ignored my weak resistance and lifted me into his arms.
“Where… where are you taking me?”
“To a clean place.”
“…huh what?”
If it weren’t for the frame Lycan threw, my room would be clean enough…
Pondering that, I looked around the room and saw traces I hadn’t noticed before. The floor was marked with numerous bloodstains, coming from beneath Daymond’s shoes. Not just his, but also from the shoes of the servants who had come and gone from my room.
As Daymond carried me out into the hallway, the stench of blood stung my nose. The effect of the ‘pungent perfume’ that amplified the traces of blood had long worn off.
“…”
When had the checkered marble hallway turned red? The sound of splashing with each step Daymond took sent shivers down my spine.
“Cover Leah’s eyes.”
“Yes, Your Grace.”
“No, no! I-I don’t want that. Why cover my eyes? I-I don’t want it!”
