Amazonia[4]

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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[▪︎12th July 2002▪︎]

[▪︎Grand Coliseum, Amazonia▪︎]

The moment the announcer begins the fight, Crysela starts walking around slowly with no sound, her face lit with caution.

Motionless, my lips curl up into a mocking smile as she gets closer.

I take a glance at the long sword and twirl it around my fingers effortlessly then I stab the edge into the ground with my palm on the pommel, my bored eyes solely fixed on her confused face.

Seeing my indifference and blatant disrespect, the spectators erupt into loud talk and Crysela's whites turn red in anger.

"You bastard!"

She yells and dashes towards me at inhumane speeds with her sword raised, then she swings it downwards heavily with a roar.

I calmly shift my stance towards the left and dodge the swing that destroys the ground with a loud bang, scattering dust and sand everywhere.

Without even a second passing, a diagonal slash hurls my way so I smoothly twist the sword upwards and deflect the strike with minimal strength.

Before she can move out of my reach, I slither close to her body and punch her gut strongly before she can block, sending her flying backward swiftly.

She backflips and lands on her feet softly, slightly wincing from the pain as her eyes flash with disbelief and slight fear with the crowd also having similar looks of shock on their faces.

Hehe, she still thinks this is a fight.

I smile then flash from my position, appearing in front of Crysela in an instant with a punch directed underneath her chin.

<Bang!>

The unexpected punch throws her body upwards but before she can reach a high height, I grab one of her legs with my free arms and strongly hurl her towards the stone barricade-like walls surrounding the arena.

Her body flies like a rocket and hits the wall, breaking and cracking it as her body falls to the ground.

With my sword in hand, I tread towards her as she coughs and tries to get back on her feet and reach just her before she can.

I forcefully grab her by her hair and pull it back to make her look at my face. She immediately uses that chance and thrust her sword to my stomach very fast but with a side-step, the attack hits air.

The next moment, the sound of something breaking resounds as I brutally knee her in the nose, splashing blood everywhere.

"Pick up your sword."

I say, in a commanding tone as she struggles to stay on her feet, her body shaking while letting out low moans of pain with the upper part of the toga bloody and the lower parts of her face bloody with a broken nose as blood continues to drip.

Hearing this, she becomes energized and lunges for her sword quickly but I kick her in the back of her neck before she can.

This sends her rolling across the sandy ground uncontrollably like a ragdoll until she stops at a considerable distance away.

The crowd explodes into chaos as they all shout and scream her name in distress, telling her to stand up with some of them even hurling curses at me.

"Despicable! Have you no honor!? How dare you do this to her!?"

One of the spectators stands up from her seat and exclaims angrily, her voice echoing throughout the majority of the coliseum as I bend and pick up her great sword effortlessly.

Those around her immediately stand up to concur but I flash them a cold look, radiating pure unbridled bloodlust, and they all gulp and sit down quietly with fear.

With the same look on my face and two swords in hand, I walk towards her as she tries to stand up while coughing blood but fails.

I arrive in front of her struggling figure and raise her head so that I can look at her. Her beautiful face is now full of scratches, bruises, and blood with particles of sand in between.

"Is that fear I'm seeing? Tch, I expected you to be defiant for a while. Sigh, I should've controlled my strength better, who knew you'd be this weak."

I shake my head mockingly with an evil smile upon noticing her horror-stricken face and terrified eyes.

"Hmm, you don't need clothes at the moment, right? Let me help you with that."

I say as I stand up, gazing at her dirty body riddled with scratches and her almost torn-apart clothing, and slash her body softly with the two swords simultaneously in a cross manner.

"Aaagh!"

She lets out a bone-chilling shriek that echoes all over the place as the blades cut through her toga and slice through her back like butter, splattering blood all over the ground.

My action brings the whole coliseum to a pin-drop silence as I gaze at her naked back and perky backside slowly getting drenched in blood.

Trembling and shaking, a clear liquid leaks out of her vagina as she does her best to raise her terrified and mangled face to look at me with tears in her eyes.

"P-Please s-s-stop, I yie--"

"Shush, no, no, no. Where's the fun if you just give up like that? Someone with your experience should know that the main event is just starting, after all, you did say you'll torture me."

I say with a dark smile and after throwing the swords away, grab her head and raise her till her feet hang above ground, ignoring the smell of ammonia.

Her body still trembling from fear, her eyes still leaking tears as her teeth quiver with her bushy private parts laid bare for all to see.

Haaah...I missed this feeling.

"Virgil, that's enough."

Holly says calmly, with a stoic face.

"Saved by the bell huh? No worries, we have an eternity together, don't we my sweet Crysela?"

I whisper into her ear in a scary tone, making her faint, and then leave her body to fall on the ground.

Suddenly, a strange feeling washes over me and I feel a form of deep connection to Crysela, it feels like a knot.

Now, instinctively I know that I have almost total control over her life. The [Blood oath] is a success.

Smiling, I turn and look at Holly then switch to the Queen who is glaring daggers at me while gripping her armrest which is slowly cracking.

Then, I slowly turn around and take in the fear, disbelief, and anger on the faces of the spectators, some of them even flinch upon making eye contact.

"How do you guys feel now that I've broken you out of your pitiful and illogical illusion of superiority and safety? Exhilarating isn't it?"

I question mockingly in a way that makes my voice tickle the ear of everyone seated here, and all of them remain silent with one of them even sweating.

"Now then, it's time you guys got a decent Queen for a change."

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•Patreo.n/KingSeyer, if you want to read ahead.