How To Polish A Pearl

Chapter 2 - Selecting

A/N: This chapter contains gore and non-con. Please don't continue reading if this is something that makes you uncomfortable.

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Licking his lips for a second time, his mouth dry from the animalistic burning urge haunting his thoughts, Wen Ke Xing slowly and methodically wipes the shoulders clean of blood and dirt. Even though he purposely targets the rawest wounds around the neck and lower back, standing like a statue the man holds firm, not a sound escaping those tight lips.

Almost holding his breath in anticipation, Wen Ke Xing's smile turns soft as he slowly walks around to finally look at the man's face. Flinching, the disdainful smile returns as he examines the damaged face. What a waste. He looks at what he thinks are two big walnut brown eyes, currently hidden behind black and blue swelling. Thick eyelashes tangled in a mess of dried blood mixed with dirt. He must have put up a good fight. The curve of the mouth is soft and sensual even though the bottom lip has split in two places. The blood that has trickled from the corner of that dangerous mouth is crimson red against that one untouched part of the jaw that shines jade white. Perfect. Absolutely perfect.

With eyes locked on those two hidden walnut-colored ones, he follows the trail of blood, tracing his fingertips along the defined chest, circling each of the abs. His breath, cold against the others as he studies the face for any indication of fear or excitement. As his fingertips move down past the navel he raises his eyebrow, his smile in surprise, as he feels nothing but smooth skin, as soft as the finest silk robes.

Breaking the eye contact, he takes a hurried step back to confirm that the man is cleanly shaved around his large soft cock. Oh my, how unusual. What a treat. Perfect. Absolutely perfect. Feeling the urge to bend him over right then and there, he swallows again, his mouth so dry he wants to wet it with the other's liquid.

Walking around the man a few times to fully appreciate the shapes and contours, his imagination of what lies beneath the filth makes his cock twitch. Visions of that perky ass separating as he takes it, thrusting hard into the depth, makes his dry mouth water. I wonder what he will sound like. Will his screams be heard outside Ghost Valley? Or will he like it?

"This one." He says, looking down at his now bloody fingers with disgust. Without any cue, a new wet towel appears in his palm from yet another nameless servant. Wiping his fingers clean, he slowly turns towards the head of the guards that had been stalking cowardly a few steps behind him this whole time.

"You." Snapping his fingers at this pathetic excuse of a ghost.

"Guzhu."

Sighing heavily, Wen Ke Xing bores his eyes into this useless ghost, "Did you know that you were collecting the future bride of the Ghost Valley?"

"Guzhu, are you displeased with the selection?"

With a lightning-fast move, Wen Ke Xing reaches out to circle his hand around the ghost's neck, his slender fingers almost long enough to encircle the entire thing with one grip. Lifting the ghost off the ground, his feet dangle in search of safety, his hands clawing at the firm hold.

"Did you think it was a good idea to beat up my bride before the wedding?" The question is rhetorical as the ghost is unable to speak, his breathing impossible with the throat cut off causing the blood to rush through his head as if it is about to explode.

"Did you think that I wanted a bride with scars that I haven't made myself?" Pressing harder, violence filling his eyes and lacing the curve of his ruby red lips. "I will have to wait at least two weeks for those wounds to heal before we can wed. How will you compensate me for having to wait for my wedding night?"

Without waiting for any attempt at a response, he snaps the neck as easily as he cracks his walnuts and drops this now dead ghost to the ground.

"You." pointing at the nearest guard, "You are promoted. Make sure my bride is looked after by the doctor, I want him healthy as soon as possible. You can do what you wish with the rest of them."

Turning towards his bride, he can feel his cock rock hard with anticipation of the wedding night. The sensation from just touching that soft, silky skin around the cock had been more exhilarating than any other whore he could remember. Though they were beautiful with their perfume scented skin, wet mouths, and delicious holes. They were boring, predictable, and repetitive. Always the same coaxing, the same moaning, the same clinging afterwards trying to win favors. Disgusting. This man made him excited, maybe because he was a man after all and not a ghost. There was also something about those strong shoulder blades and those hidden eyes.

Taking one final look at the back of that upper body, eyes tracing down the curve of the spine to that ass, he turns and strides out of the prison, the cluster of servants following closely.

The newly appointed head of the guards looks at the bride, the heavy burden weighing on him like his life depends on it. Which it literally does.

"You two," pointing at two random low-ranking ghosts "you go find the doctor and bring him to the bridal chamber in Hua Men pavilion." (1) The two ghosts bow and take off sprinting, not wanting to be the next dead ghost.

"You three, carefully take him to Hua Men Pavilion and tell the servant girls to clean him up. If they don't know what the Guzhu likes, go ask his servants. Also, you know what to do first."

Watching the three ghosts half-carrying the bride to be and disappearing through the door, he turns towards the men who managed to survive the Guzhu's culling. Taking a deep breath, he raises his head towards the guards that are now under his command and lets the power fill him. "Kill the rest and drop them off the Cliff of Falling Petals."

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Author's notes:

(1) Hua Men = 花门 or huā mén, lit.Translation is Flower Gate. Yeah, you know what I am talking about. ¬‿¬