Chapter 384: That’s My Goal
The dimly lit underground cave reeked of damp earth and the heavy, metallic tang of fresh blood. Nadia elegantly picked up another delicate glass, the thick, dark crimson liquid swirling inside it, and took a slow, deliberate sip:
"Not too bad, this is better than Ethan’s blood." She said, licking her lips with a macabre satisfaction.
Jessica shivered, her mind reeling from the horrific reality of what—and who—was on the menu. "What, what are you, really?!!" Jessica asked in a low voice, looking away from Nadia, unable to stomach the sight of her former teacher indulging in such a grotesque feast.
"Me?" Nadia placed the glass down with a soft, practiced clink against the stone table:
"Well, I am..." She used the silver fork, and smoothly picked up a piece of fresh, raw meat on her porcelain plate, and placed it in her mouth, slowly chewing it with the refined manners of high nobility.
"I am Nightmare." She answered, thick blood staining her lips like morbid lipstick.
Jessica was entirely silent, shuffling backward and sitting deeper inside the electrified iron cage, creating as much physical distance as she possibly can from Nadia, tightly holding her knees together in a desperate attempt to comfort herself:
"Nightmare? Why are you keeping me here?" She asked again, her voice trembling slightly in the cold, oppressive air of the dungeon.
Nadia swallowed her horrific meal, and looked over at her with predatory, hollow eyes: "You have something in you that I am after. Don’t worry, after I get what I want, I will set you free." She pointed the silver fork directly at Jessica, its prongs glinting in the faint light:
"What I mean by setting you free." She smirked, a chilling expression that lacked any trace of human empathy: