The Underworld's Moon

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Nineteen

Faolan's POV

　

My life is officially over. I relented as I stared up at the ceiling, begging it to fall and kill me in that very moment. My back and limbs are killing me but this? This is... The worst torture ever. I turned to the two giggling redheads, eyes litting up in amusement. I tried to give them a murderous glare yet my face heated up a lot more in embarrassment which more likely soften my glare.

"You look so adorable!" Lilith gushed, her blue eyes glittering.

"Yes, totally pays off." Lilitu answered, her green eyes glisten with tears as she tried to held back more laughter.

Looking back at my reflection, I nearly wept. My male ego has been abilerated, literally. The reflection showed a very shiny, long, brown hair wig with a person coated with layers of make-up that makes it look like a clown. The dress was long and poofy like a ballroom kind of dress. Yes, it was bright pink too with high heel silhouettes in the color of pink too. There was fruits, oranges, in the chest compartment of the dress.

Yes, that person was me.

Which brings back the point that this was torture. "Please," I told them again, "Can I remove this now? I'd rather be beaten to death."

"But our dear slave!" Lilith said, brightly. "You look so handsome!"

I gave her a blank stare. "There is nothing handsome about this and you know it."

Lilitu couldn't resist anymore as she fell backwards on Verin's bed, laughing so hard that she cried again. She clutched her stomach while the other hand pointed at me. All I heard was, "Y-You... Haha.... Dress... Haha...!"

"Hasn't anyone told you that pointing was rude?" I tried to scold Lilitu but that was when Lilith joined the other in her fits of laughter. Even though I should be furious about my male pride, I couldn't bring myself to. I had a bad habit of pleasing children and honestly, this was a surprise. Instead of yelling rape or something, they wanted to play dress up.

Apparently, destroying someone's self-esteem was much more entertaining to them than physical abuse. Aren't I lucky?

"We should dress you up again!" Lilith said, catching her breath the quickest.

To amuse her, I rest my hand against my, now, fruited chest. "Again, my lady?" I asked in the most shocked tone I can muster. "Can't you give my ego a rest for the night? You've been doing this to me for hours! And my chest feels so heavy that my back is aching more than normal!"

Lilith and Lilitu giggled together, wiping their eyes of their happy tears. "Okay." Lilitu said, smiling widely. "You can take that off. We'll be outside the door and call us in when you're done changing."

I let out a relieved breath. "Thank the heavens!" I answered which caused them to giggle more before they jumped off the bed and hurried out the door so I can undress. Shaking my head, I let the fruits call that was meant to be breasts and unzipped the dress. I threw the wig down and stepped out of the outfits permanetly. I grabbed the nearest towel and wiped the make up away as hard as I can until it was removed with my face beat red for rubbing so hard on my face.

I caught my reflection and turned my back to it. I glanced over my shoulder. My back wasn't bleeding anymore but the wound were bright red to show how sensitively sore they were. I flinched at the sight of the rows of stitched with those whip marks. Was there ten whip marks there? I don't know and I could be exaggerating but it looked like it could be. I think another few days and the healing process would be done for sure, I hope.