Salvation of the Fallen - Chapter 17
Arsena’s blood ran cold at the man’s mad obsession. It truly seemed as if this man would drag her back even from the threshold of hell.
“Don’t try anything foolish.”
At the man’s chilling warning, Arsena hastily shook her head.
“Good. Shall we begin then?”
Begin what? Arsena didn’t understand what the man was saying. She couldn’t even guess what he was about to do.
“Ah!”
While she was struggling in confusion, the man’s large hand roughly grabbed Arsena’s black p*bic hair. Surprised by the force strong enough to pull her flesh, she screamed, and the man, humming, pushed a cold blade into her tender flesh.
Snip, snip.
The pubic hair, matted like crow feathers from her fl*ids, was cut off by the man’s hand and fell onto Arsena’s feet. What on earth was this devilish man doing? Something incomprehensible to Arsena’s common sense was happening. And to her own body, no less.
In fact, everything was like that. To be blindfolded, unable to see anything, bound n*ked without a single thread on her body. Like a beast about to be slaughtered.
Even a nightmare couldn’t be worse than this. It was impossible to believe that all of this was real. Above all, the man who was focused on cutting off her pubic hair while humming an incomprehensible tune seemed unreal.
The man, who giggled incessantly, seemed genuinely happy for once. He was probably smiling. Even though she knew it couldn’t be true, she could almost hear the sound of his lips curling into a smirk. It sent chills down her spine.
The man firmly held her thigh with his large hand, leaving indentations in her flesh, and stroked the messy mound as if satisfied. The way he raised and gently scratched the shortened hair was like petting a young animal. It was quite an affectionate and delicate touch. If only it wasn’t her g*nitals that the man’s hand was stroking.
“Hah…”
Every time the man’s rough palm brushed against her g******s, Arsena twisted her body in unpleasant pl*asure. The man, as if mocking Arsena, chuckled and pushed his fingers into her damp g******s.
“Hngh…”
The man scooped up the fluid that the tender mucous membrane in the deepest part had absorbed and began to spread it on Arsena’s skin. From below her navel to the plump mound. As if not to miss a single spot, the man carefully coated Arsena’s roughened skin with her own fl*ids. All while humming that eerie tune.
“It’s better if you don’t move. It’s very sharp.”
As soon as the vulgar warning ended, the man pulled Arsena’s skin taut and pressed the sharp blade against it. Arsena held her breath as the cool metal dug into her most intimate flesh.
She couldn’t move, as if paralyzed with fear. If she moved even a little, that blade would cut not just her pubic hair, but her flesh. The blood vessels in her neck, remembering the pain that felt like it would ignite even from the slightest touch, throbbed. Beads of cold sweat trickled down her spine.
The sound of the knife scraping against the skin, the familiar melody the man hummed cheerfully, and the man’s chilling laughter continued horribly.
Arsena tightly closed her eyes and bit her lip until it bled. Desperately wishing for this shameful situation to end as quickly as possible.
After fiddling with her lower parts for a long time, the man finally threw away the blade and stroked the now completely exposed g******s. As if checking for any remaining hair, the man pressed his thumb into the flesh and wiped it with the back of his hand.
When the slick inner flesh, drenched in fluids, brushed against the man’s curved hand, Arsena jumped. The man chuckled as if watching a frightened rabbit and poured a lukewarm l*quid directly onto Arsena’s g******s, rubbing it in.
“Haa…”
A sweet and pungent alcohol scent penetrated her private parts. It was a horrifyingly familiar scent. The nauseating Felita wine. The cloudy liquor, tainted with her fluids, flowed between Arsena’s legs like blood, staining the floor red.
After emptying the bottle completely, the man threw it on the floor and stepped back to examine Arsena. Trying to avoid his persistent gaze that seemed to penetrate to her deepest depths was futile, as she could only spin in place. There was no escape.
The man licked his lips once again and smiled brightly.
“Your br*asts weren’t bad either.”
Before she knew it, the man had come close in an instant, violently gripping Arsena’s br*asts as if to tear the flesh off and twist them. The bruised skin was crushed in the man’s hands. It was pain closer to torture than caress. But Arsena soon found herself whimpering and w*tting herself below.
She had fallen to the level of a beast unable to distinguish anything under the man’s touch. Frozen in front of a predator, unable to escape, left with only instinct. Arsena was being thoroughly tamed. She felt miserable even to herself.
“This is even better.”
Tap, tap. As she flinched at the playful tapping on her reddened area, the man chuckled once again.
Then he parted and stroked the drenched tender flesh with rough hands before burying his face in it. Just as Arsena had expected. Without the slightest deviation.
“F**k.”
With a short curse, his thick, hot tongue delved into the exposed tender flesh. Experiencing this dizzying sensation for the first time, Arsena clenched her bound hands. Tears that wouldn’t dry flowed incessantly from her tightly shut eyes. If possible, she wanted to pour hot water over herself right away to forget this contact.
The more Arsena writhed in pain, the deeper the man’s laughter became. He gripped her round, protruding b*ttocks with his large hands and licked with his tongue, his nose buried deep.
“Haa.”
“Here?”
The man pulled Arsena’s mound as if to tear it, fully exposing her hidden cl*toris, and asked in a low voice. Like a cunning snake that had found a weakness.
“Haaah.”
When the man raised his tongue to tap the swollen cl*toris, a scream-like moan burst through her tightly closed lips. Even as she curled her toes to barely support her weight and twisted her entire body, she couldn’t resist. She had completely surrendered to the man’s manipulation.
Even as Arsena struggled, not realizing the blood flowing from her wrists, the man became more persistent. He blew hot breaths with his lips pressed against her g******s, licking and sucking deeply at the overflowing fluids, then thrust his tongue in, demanding pleasure.
“Haaamp.”
Soon, the iron chains binding her wrists stretched to their limit. With pleasure coursing through her entire body, Arsena’s waist arched, and her hands, which had been clenching as if her nails would pierce her flesh, opened wide. Her legs had lost strength, and she was practically hanging from the iron chains. Her damp naked body was hung out like laundry.
Only after thoroughly licking Arsena’s continuously twitching g******s with his tongue did the man remove his lips. A lewd and cruel smile bloomed with satisfaction.
“Hnngh.”
It was her first time experiencing this. Being stripped naked, bound, and having her lower parts sucked by a man whose face she couldn’t even see. She should have just swallowed the aphr*disiac the man offered. The pleasure faced with a sound mind was like a sin. Arsena sobbed in shame, still feeling the throbbing in her lower parts.
“Why are you crying? You liked it.”
The man, suddenly positioned behind Arsena, nibbled on her earlobe and licked her flowing tears. The unfamiliar scent that briefly touched her was her own.
“Didn’t you?”
As if urging Arsena, the man sank his teeth along her neckline, biting and leaving his marks. She could clearly feel the man’s e***t center as if it would pierce her exposed lower parts.
