Salvation of the Fallen - Chapter 26
The man chuckled at Arsena’s denial. Soon, a coldly sharpened blade edge dug between her damp cheek and the heavy cloth. Arsena tightly shut her eyes.
Even with her eyes closed, the world was soaked in blood-red. The torches, undulating like waves, were as bright as the sun. Bright enough to burn Arsena’s lowly flesh in an instant.
“Look. Open your eyes. Arsena.”
“Haap.”
At the man’s growling command, she forcibly lifted her eyelashes, and her figure came into view. In the large mirror standing like a wall before her, her wretched and miserable self was clearly reflected.
Two arms raised high, wrapped in heavy iron. Black hair was disheveled and clumped. Her body, stripped n*ked like a beast, was full of bruises from the man’s traces. She looked like a saint tortured by evil, once seen in a temple. The moment she tightly closed her eyes, the man’s hand sharply pulled at her n*pple.
“How is it, do you like it?”
At the cruel question, whispered as if in secret, Arsena’s gaze turned, as if bewitched, to the man in the mirror, positioned well above her height.
The sharp arc was drawn on playful lips. The cool silver hair shone white as moonlight. The thick, smoothly falling jawline. And the maddened red gaze that dug deep into the abyss.
It was a chilling face. Absolutely unforgettable.
From her childhood. The man who had taken away her only sanctuary. The very man who had appeared in her dreams during the most confusing situations shook her miserable self. As if her nightmare had been brought to life, the man hadn’t changed at all.
“Tarta.”
As the fatally beautiful and dangerous face lifted its corners into a smirk, a name she didn’t even know she knew slipped past her lips.
“I’m disappointed, Arsena.”
The man shrugged his shoulders and twisted the corner of his mouth.
“You just realized now? How disappointing.”
The man, pale as moonlight, twisted Arsena’s nape and licked it sloppily. Flicking his reddened tongue, the man’s languidly exhaled breath scattered over the coldly w*t area. Like a snake ensnaring its prey.
“Why are you doing this to me?”
Why to me, of all people? What wrong have I done to you? For the first time, proper words were spat out. As if chewing on intense hatred. Though she was terrified to death, her anger was even greater.
“You still don’t know?”
The man whispered sweetly while pressing down on Arsena’s chest. Arsena gritted her teeth at the cool temperature piercing her heart.
“You don’t know how long I’ve waited.”
The naked body, fixed high by both arms, trembled finely. The man, eyes closed, buried his face in her nape, took a deep breath, and rubbed his face against Arsena’s wet cheek.
“From the moment you were born. Waiting. And. Waiting. For you to fall into my hands. Wanting to utterly ruin you soon. But I have a lot of patience, you see.”
Her body hair stood on end at the low voice whispering like a confession, while slowly tracing Arsena’s waist with thick fingers that felt like bone joints.
In that moment of despair, the shadow of a giant man appeared with a blinding flash. And even the last memories she didn’t want to recall.
“Untie this!”
Arsena shouted, fiercely twisting her wrists. Dark red blood dripped from her wrists where the iron had dug in, but she didn’t care. The physical pain was nothing compared to now.
“If I untie you? Can you escape?”
Tarta twisted his straight face into a strange smile. His red eyes, blazing brightly, reflected only Arsena. The sight of the foolish woman who had once submitted to the misfortune thrown by God, now spewing resentment.
“Bastard.”
Her teeth ground involuntarily. She trembled with rage, not at being stripped naked and exposed, but at the fact that her last hope had been completely destroyed.
“How is it? The feeling of being in heat for that bastard.”
Gently curving his long, slanted eyes, Tarta flicked his red tongue between his twisted lips.
“You’re insane.”
But miserably, his words were true. Arsena was in heat every moment she faced Tarta. She tried to deny it over and over, but her lower body became wet just from hearing the man’s breath. Wherever the man’s fingertips brushed, dizzying pl*asure seeped in. It was all because she had been conditioned by the aphr*disiac that vicious man had fed her.
“If it weren’t for the aphrodisiac you fed me….”
That sweet and filthy temptation would scramble her mind and turn her into an idiot. Arsena had become addicted to that vicious drug. When she lost her mind to the malicious pleasure and howled like a beast, she could forget everything. It was the only salvation Arsena could hope for in this hellish situation. Something she couldn’t let go of.
“What? Aphrodisiac?”
Along with the mocking question, an eruption of laughter like a seizure echoed through the chilly space.
Confused emotions instantly suppressed her anger. Arsena’s pupils shook wildly like a flickering candle at the man’s incomprehensible laughter that seemed to echo endlessly and fiercely.
If not an aphrodisiac, then what? Surely, after swallowing the bead the man had given her, Arsena had become ar*used. In a situation where that should have been impossible.
This wicked man is clouding her mind. She shouldn’t believe his words. Even as she thought this, Arsena bit her lips.
“Ha. Arsena. Was my blood that sweet? Enough to mistake it for an aphrodisiac?”
As Tarta dangled a red bead in front of Arsena’s eyes, a seductive scent wafted gently. Arsena felt a burning desire. The w*tness below, as if her mouth was watering, was vivid. Whatever the identity of that thing, her only known salvation, she could no longer refuse it.
“Want to eat it?”
As Arsena swallowed hard, Tarta placed the bead on his snake-like tongue. Arsena gritted her teeth, unable to look away. It felt as if her throat was on fire.
As if toying with Arsena, Tarta chewed the bead while staring at her desire-filled eyes.
Ah….
As the red l*quid trickled down the man’s mouth, despair settled in Arsena’s blue eyes. Staring intently at the blue eyes losing their light, Tarta once again lifted the corners of his mouth vilely and grabbed her black hair. The red lips that came close enough to touch smelled of a sweet and deadly fragrance.
“Then, have a taste.”
After hesitating for a moment at Tarta’s strangely giggling voice, Arsena pounced like a beast. She devoured the lips that had been mocking her and sucked long and hard on the tongue filled with that dirty scent. Arsena gasped even more at the fleeting pleasure that seemed to be felt before quickly disappearing.
Just a little more. Just a little more.
Crunch.
Arsena, who had been desperately sucking Tarta’s tongue, bit the man’s lip and drew blood. A strong desire to suck up all of the man’s blood that was flowing dizzily and keep it inside her body consumed Arsena. Even if it were a poison that would kill her.
“You should eat slowly.”
Tarta lightly brushed off Arsena who was pouncing on him greedily, and gently wiped his bloodied mouth. For the first time, a genuinely bright smile spread across his wicked face. Despite his tone being like one soothing a pet dog, Arsena’s gaze remained fixed on the bright red bloodstains trickling down the man’s lips.
I want to eat it. Whatever it is.
Once ignited, the fire showed no signs of easily extinguishing. Rather, it only flickered to kindle an even greater blaze.
Tarta tilted his head sideways and twisted his mouth into a smile. As if pleased with the blue gaze filled with the desire he had kindled.
“Shall I feed you something even better?”
Clank.
Along with the seductive question, the iron chains made a strange sound as they extended their length. She didn’t care about the pain in her knees crushed against the cold stone floor. Even in the shameful situation of falling as if sliding and crouching on all fours like a beast, Arsena’s gaze was fixed solely on Tarta.
“How about it? Want to try eating?”
