Veil of Destiny

Chapter 6 Dark Encounter: The Escape and Pursuit

A piercing pain brought Vivienne back to reality from her coma. She groaned and tried to touch the wound with her hands, but found that her hands were motionless. Another huge pain came, and this time she was completely awake. A fat face in the nightmare slowly became clear in front of her eyes. The face was so close that she could even see the pores on the nose.

Vivienne was so scared that she screamed loudly and instinctively wanted to jump up and dodge, but her hands were behind her back and couldn't move. She lost her balance and fell heavily on the table again. Another huge pain in her buttocks, this time she almost fainted.

"Beauty, don't be so scared. The night is still long." The fat face close at hand showed a toad-like expression.

Vivienne calmed down a little and observed her situation. The room was large, and more than a dozen candles on the chandelier hanging from the ceiling illuminated the room. The furniture in the room was still brand new. It could be seen at a glance that it was made of inferior wood, but it was made to look magnificent. The owner's taste can be imagined. But Vivienne was more worried about herself. She soon found that her hands were tied tightly behind her back and she was lying face down on a large laboratory table.

The fat man held a small pair of pliers in his hand, holding a crossbow arrow stained with blood. He looked at it carefully, threw it aside, and gently lifted Vivienne's chin. "Haha, you look pretty good. Why aren't you being fierce now? Are you only satisfied when I'm being rough with you? Beautiful lady, my arrow seems to have hit the right spot. It appears I am a talented archer, after all."The female warrior made a sound of pah and bit down hard on Dorian's hand. Dorian quickly withdrew his hand, grabbed her hair again, and pulled it up hard. Vivienne's face showed a painful look, and her whole upper body was pulled up, revealing the curve of her chest.

Dorian's hand touched Vivienne, making her feel as if a cold poisonous snake was crawling on her body, but he was grabbed by the hair, and her struggle was limited. Tears finally couldn't stop flowing from her tightly closed eyes. Vivienne was half a head taller than Dorian. Dorian had taken off her skirt and breastplate when she was unconscious. Her exposed buttocks were large and plump, and suddenly became thinner at the waist. Her legs were long and straight, with beautiful lines. Dorian was aroused by the sight, and he pressed the female warrior's buttocks. He was so strong that his ten fingers sank deeply into the slippery buttocks. Then he thrust his waist forward and entered deeply into the softness.

The candlelight in the small building flickered in the hoarse curses of the female warrior, and the inferior laboratory table groaned "squeaky", unable to bear the weight of two people. The devil danced wildly in the fire of desire, and the vengeful spirits screamed hysterically.

Dorian trembled, and the tide-like pleasure intertwined with the pleasure of revenge made every piece of his fat tremble. The darkness in the deepest part of his heart was boiling, constantly impacting every nerve of his.

The night of early spring was still cold and bleak. When the wind blew, the unopened spring flowers withered.

All good things must come to an end, just like the end of a song.

Dorian hummed a little song with pride, looking at the snow-white lamb he had captured, and the pain in his body seemed to be singing. Not long ago, this lamb was a real lion. Dorian put on his clothes and decided to go to Ryder and the others to take a look at his prey. The only thing that made him unhappy was Vivienne's eyes. It was completely cold, without sadness, anger, or emptiness, just looking at the fat man coldly. Dorian felt like a frog being stared at by a snake, and he didn't like this feeling very much. He added another rope to Vivienne and naturally touched her a few more times. Vivienne had no reaction at all, as if it was not her body that was touched, and she still looked at the fat man quietly like a snake.