Salvation of the Fallen - Chapter 8
It was almost upsetting to have b*****s this big and n*****s the size of beans. The man grabbed the swollen n*****s, bit them, and shook them, letting out a satisfied, low laugh. Without any hesitation, his tongue licked the reddened flesh in a teasing manner. It was rough and relentless.
“Hmph.”
Overwhelmed by the heat that enveloped her entire body, Arsena helplessly sobbed. She couldn’t regain her senses amidst the tingling stimulation. The impure energy forced upon her by the man surged through her spine, filling her lower abdomen, and causing it to overflow. Just a thin layer of the humiliating fabric covering her lower body became damp with arousal.
Though she had taken the drug, her body felt shameful. She couldn’t let the man know this fact. Arsena quickly crossed her legs, trying to hide any evidence. At the same time, the chains twisted, and the rough metal dug deep into her wrists, as if ready to devour them. An unbearable scream erupted. The jolt of her body only intensified the pain. It was never her intention to struggle against the man.
Crack.
At the sudden, intense sound, Arsenia’s dazed eyes snapped open. She felt a burning, throbbing sensation in her chest and realized it was a stroke against her flesh. It was the sound of blood being drawn from her delicate flesh.
“I told you to stand up straight.”
A darkness darker than darkness itself loomed over Arsena’s head. It was a distant terror. She was more afraid of the man’s presence than the pulsating flesh.
“Back to how it was before.”
At the chilling command of the man, Arsena bit her lip. But she couldn’t rebel. She extended her chest and, with trembling legs, barely managed to support her body as she moved slowly. She longed for the touch of the man’s lips on her chest.
“Hah…”
After what felt like an eternity of foolishly lingering in place, the man’s lips finally touched her n****e. As his cool body made contact, it felt as if electric sparks were passing through her.
Arsena pressed her chest against the man’s lips. With each brush against the swollen and sensitive area, she could hear a chuckle. It was clear that the man was relishing her humiliation, without even opening his mouth.
It had to end. This humiliation. Arsena pleaded with a trembling voice.
“Please…”
Once again, in the darkness, the sound of the man’s laughter echoed. The more Arsena was devastated, the more the man enjoyed it.
“…Ask me nicely.”
Arsena never imagined that she would utter such words to a man who imprisoned and bound her. But it was an inevitable situation. To preserve her life, she had to do anything. Arsenia considered her dignity to be a luxury. She had already become accustomed to misery, cruelly familiar with it.
“Haah…”
Suddenly, like a bull’s horns, the man rushed at Arsena. He slid his arm between her armpit and forcefully lifted her up, sucking and devouring her swollen b*****s. It seemed as if he wanted to chew and swallow them whole.
“Damn.”
With lips stained, the man muttered curses in a low, satisfied voice. His lips covered Arsena’s wet chest, sucking deeply. His sharp teeth gnawed on the sensitive peaks, while his thick tongue licked her n*****s. His hands forcefully pushed up her b*****s, gripping them as if digging into her heart. Arsena writhed in the unwanted pleasure that had started once again.
“Huhh.”
The man’s saliva flowed down Arsena’s sternum and pooled at her navel. Trembling, she convulsed.
“Haah.”
Without any hesitation, the man persistently bit and sucked, pushing Arsena to the edge. How could such a sensation be possible just from sucking and biting a lump of fat? Her entire body burned as if in a fiery furnace, then cooled as if submerged in the waters of the Tiota River. Her feet trembled, and her chin quivered. Between the unpleasant pleasure, her intimate area throbbed and squeezed.
“Hah, ha.”
The drug was the devil’s creation. It planted lustful desires, corrupting the innocent lambs of God.
Submissive to that devil, Arsena screamed like a beast driven by instinct. Her lower body felt as if it would burst with heat, leaving no room for coherent thoughts. She could only writhe her hips, unaware of what she was doing.
“Hah, huh.”
Each time her intimate area clumsily brushed against the securely fastened button of the man’s trousers, her whole body tingled. The rough sound of the man sucking her b*****s resonated in the raging fire.
Now. Right now.
Without knowing exactly what she desired, she pressed herself against the man’s flesh. She was captivated. As she was dominated. By a devilish pleasure. Desperately, she clutched onto the man’s firm neck.
In an instant, the man stopped moving. In that brief silence, she felt a sense of shame, as if she had poured cold water on herself. She was possessed by a devil. She couldn’t believe the actions she had just taken. No matter how much she had taken the drug, she couldn’t believe she had such vulgar desires. And to feel them towards the man who had imprisoned her.
“Hmph.”
Thump. The man dropped me as if I were a discarded object, and he straightened his crumpled clothes. The pain of his weight pressing on me was overwhelming. But what was even more agonizing was the humiliation that I couldn’t comprehend. I was accustomed to mockery and disdain, but this emotion was something new.
The man stroked her lips for a long time, biting them so hard they bled. A despicable, hot, chilling silence.
And then, he suddenly disappeared. Leaving behind the heat that had risen inside me. Disappearing into the darkness. Cruelly.
2. The Waist of Misfortune
[God sent down eight swords to protect his people. As the swords pierced the heavens, thundering light poured forth. On the blades of condemnation, the rivers of Tiota were filled with the blood of evil, and the souls of the foolish were burned in the fires of Raith].
“This place…”
Having arrived after her mother’s death, the capital city shone as if stars were scattered in every direction. Sweet fragrances wafted around, and people in sparkling, candy-colored clothes leisurely strolled through the spacious streets bathed in sunlight. The pungent smoke and damp shadows that once filled the place where Arsena lived were nowhere to be found.
As the water shot up from the central fountain, the sun created countless small jewels. Arsena, enchanted, walked across the street and reached out her hand. The brilliantly shining jewels disappeared without a trace from Arsena’s grasp.
“There!”
Two people in uniforms approached Arsena, shouting. Only then did Arsena realize the scrutinizing gazes directed at her.
A presence that didn’t fit into the radiant street.
Her tattered, ashy-colored clothes, barely draped over her, fluttered on the water’s surface. It was a shabby appearance that didn’t match the splendid surroundings of the street.
“Quickly, go back to your district. You… You seem new here. Are you an outsider?”
Nodding in response to the sharp man’s question, she heard a familiar name.
“This is not a place where someone like you should come. If you follow that path, you will reach Katarini poor house. Go there.”
(T/n: For those who are like me and don’t know what that is.
= The term “poor house” historically refers to an institution that provided housing and often other forms of support, such as food and clothing, to people who were unable to support themselves financially. These institutions were often run by local governments or charities and were intended to provide a safety net for those who were destitute or otherwise unable to support themselves.
Katarini, the name her mother had forced her to write down over and over again. It was her father’s name.
“Excuse me, by any chance…”
Arsena shook her head, her brows narrowing in annoyance. If she were to inquire at a noble’s home in public like this, they’d be suspicious and take her away. However, even if she went to a facility named after her father, there was no certainty that she would meet him.
“What?”
“Oh, nothing.”
Arsena lowered her head, feeling irritating glares narrowing at her. Approaching a noble’s house with such an appearance might raise suspicions, and she might be detained. Even if they kindly asked for an explanation, she couldn’t answer. In fact, she wasn’t even sure if she wanted to meet her father.
“Thank you.”
“You! Stop!”
