Chapter 198 - 199: Unleash your anger
Gerwin was still shrieking like a dying goat, his face contorted as soap foamed out of his nostrils and mouth. His legs kicked wildly, arms flailing uselessly as Cyrus’s thick, scaly tail held him firm like a massive vine strangling a fat rabbit.
But Isabella?
She was calm. Composed. A tiny smirk tugged at her lips as she faced the crowd of wide-eyed women. Some were clasping their hands in front of their mouths. Others looked like they were holding back giggles. A few were nodding like this was the best breakfast entertainment they’d had in years.
Isabella dusted off her hands dramatically, letting the last bubbles of soap drip to the ground.
"Now then," she said sweetly, turning back to the crowd like she was hosting a tribal cooking show. "As I was saying before our demonstration got... messy—"
Behind her, Gerwin hacked and snorted soap, still writhing.
"—let’s talk about consequences."
She paced slowly, hands behind her back like a wise elder. The wind rustled her short, jagged fur skirt. She looked tiny in front of the group, but her voice rang out like a war drum.
Based on the reactions Isabella had gotten so far, and everything she had observed, she decided to improvise her words.
"We’ve all seen what this man has done. Heard the stories. The bruises. The beatings. The humiliation. The way he strutted around this village like the sun rose out of his hairy ass—" she paused as a ripple of laughter broke through the group, "—and he thought none of you could fight back."
She stopped pacing, looked the women dead in the eye.