Chapter 14: The Big Shot Is Here!
Where did I get the idea that Moriah would be normal? A hint of suspicion should been in my basic survival instincts, at least outweighing the urge to reproduce!
If I’d had even a shred of sense, I’d be running away now with the documents in my happy cleavage, ready to kick down the courtroom doors with my chest puffed out... but noooo! This Darius’s huge dick-head just had to go down on the Countess!
"Daaaarling..." Moriah’s voice sounds monstrous, sending shivers down my spine. "Just hold still, it won’t hurt a bit."
She scrapes a black nail along the blade of the knife. This isn’t sensual at all, not one bit, especially with me dressed as a woman in the middle of this dark room!
The Countess’s wings unfurl as she twirls the weapon between her fingers and slices the space between us, aiming directly for the center of my chest. Am I an idiot to stand still and wait to be hit? Of course not!
I leap to the side, circling Count Vandric’s desk, which unfortunately starts a dangerous game of cat and mouse with my impending doom.
"Mo-Moriah, can’t we talk about this?"
"I’ve made up my mind, daaarling... I want you to be mine forever and no one else’s, I want you to be eternally mine, caged, trapped, and receiving my eternal pleasure. I love you, I love you so much..."
I could swear a pair of hearts appeared where her pupils should be. This lunatic fell in love with me after a wild, casual sex session?! Seriously, I left with my back all scratched up, and now you want to turn me into a puppet, a taxidermied statue?! Even worse, I don’t want to imagine what she’ll do with the other parts of my body using alchemy!
Damn, I was so wrong to think she didn’t do anything else. Now it clicks why no one knocked on the door, or why I didn’t run into any servants, it’s because they’re simply dead! This lunatic definitely used the servants in experiments, taking advantage of the Count barely coming home! I realized too late, I thought with my other head and this is what happened!
Her wings hum with a dry sound. She leaps over the desk with absurd lightness.
Hell!