𝕿𝖍𝖎𝖗𝖘𝖙.

||CHAPTER 19 ||

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Her doe eyes widen with fear sensing a male grip. Understanding the Deapthnes of the situation she started to wriggle attempting to make his grip loosen a bit.

Tears were already streaming down her face making it red. She
was praying for someone to be her. Just to be here.

"Shuuuu hh darling let me enjoy my night now....

Listening to the similar voice, her fragile heart numbed for a moment. Not so soon she started to struggle to be freed from the bruising grip.

He was enjoying her futile attempts.

Like this sacred innocence is what he was attracted to.

Looking at her leaving marks at his hands, his patience now came to an end.

He started to drag her towards the direction his sister had told him earlier.

Her futile attempts weren't sufficient enough to let her release from the clutches of the monster.

"Hmm

Hmmmm.... "

She tried to call for help but she herself know no one will be present here.

Not at least this time when the banquet was already going on.

This desolated place was covered with darkness as if she will be lost in such depthness.

She was praying to Lord.

If he is least worried about her then please don't let this happen.

How come she is suffering so much even without hurting anyone in this life.

Was she suffering because of her past life

Don't know but for now she just wanted to hide herself in his embrace.

He might kill her if she dared to do something like that but she was wishing him to be here.

She is ready to die rather than undergoing torture like this.

His grip on her mouth tighten and with the other hand he gripped her hairs to drag her more quickly.

She wasn't even able to walk as if she was literally dragged like some innocent animal who was going to die due to bait.

Suddenly at the corner of the corridor she saw a night lamb stand.

She somehow streched herself and got the grip on it. She without caring about the lighten candles swayed it in the air as a attack.

Carl was a bit shocked and as a defense he moved a bit away.
Looking at the only opportunity she ran.
She ran like she would die.

She ran like she was be burned if she remained under his touch.

She ran like a madwoman.
Never have she was been so desperate to run away from someone like she was today.

It's like she was finding her light on this dense place.

She was clutching her dress from the sides. Her hairs were already open. Those hairpins have already fallen due to his bruising grip.

Yet she knew she isn't going to stop.

People might take her state as a joke.

He won't.