Chapter 237: Fergus The Magnificent
(Warning: Violence, graphic scenes and rape ahead. Read at your own peril!)
After feeding on Darius and the few soldiers trying to protect him the other night, Fergus felt rejuvenated.
Things felt like back in his glory days... When he could take any life he pleased, any time he pleased. But it wasn’t exactly there yet.
He watched with a sadistic grin when Lupe crawled on the ground, clutching her belly tightly. It seemed he’d broken one of her ribs when he sent her flying here. Too bad.
"You know, your mother didn’t have this much fight with her when I killed her." He suddenly paused and mused out loud as if he were deep in thought. "Are you sure you two are related?"
Lupe’s tears only flowed out more at that point, but she still glared daggers at him as she snarled. "Rot. In. Hell!" She got up, moving faster than he’d first anticipated.
He sidestepped, to avoid a punch aimed at his head. He proceeded to swat another of her punches away before it could reach his stomach, causing her to wince in pain.
"You first, love." He whispered coldly before kicking her on the stomach, sending her crashing on a sofa. "But before that... Why don’t you make yourself useful?"
The grin on his face didn’t disappear, even when he saw her coughing blood. Her desperate cries were music to his ears. They were fuel to his actions. He was delighted by her pain... That sweet, sweet pain that made his loins restless with desire.
When he finally got to her, he grabbed a fistful of her hair and was about to sit her up when something unexpected happened.
With a grunt, she stretched out her right arm and stabbed him in the shoulder with a dagger. It would’ve gone through his chest, but he’d moved his body on time before it could.