Chapter 3: Don’t Kill Me, Goth Mommy
There’s a reason the guard didn’t come into this cell with me: Ravenna is a wild young woman. Seeing her up close like this, I start to doubt my previous judgment about whether she’s truly a villain, because sensuality and danger go hand in hand with this femme fatale.
Saliva catches in my throat, and I stand there like an idiot in the middle of the cell, staring at this leggy goth woman before me.
No, Darius, focus! Love doesn’t exist! You can’t fall in love, remember what your exes did!
With a thought capable of appeasing any man’s sexual desire, a sigh escaped my chest, finally bringing enough lightness for me to take a step forward and raise a finger to my lips as a sign of silence.
Unfortunately, I’m met with nothing but dear Ravenna’s icy gaze, only to see her right hand emanating strange electrical sparks from her fingertips.
Yeah, I’m screwed.
A flash of light floods the room, only for me to see a burn mark appear right between my legs, inches from frying my feet.
Not even Bluetooth is getting through my ass anymore. Firstly, let it be clear that I’ve never had contact with Ravenna, neither in this life nor the previous one. She’s an extra character, a secondary one destined to die for the MC’s inflated ego. Meaning, secret information about her is scarce.
"Hahaha, it’s been a long time, hasn’t it?"
"I didn’t order you to speak."
Heavy dominatrix aura, huh...
The only information actually available is what’s recorded in this body’s memories and what’s provided in "Sword of The Iron Maiden." She’s a traitor to the crown, imprisoned for attempting to take a count’s life, and of course, with an incredible arsenal of magic at her disposal to finish anyone off.