35 35. Merciless Lord. (R-18)

[Inside a Dimly Lit Room]

A young woman, barely twenty, gasped in the oppressive darkness. Tied to a chair, blindfolded, her messy, ebony locks mirrored the turmoil within her. The state of hopelessness and despair was evident in her cries.

Regretting over her reckless behavior, she had no option but to beg. 

"Please, spare me, my lord, I beg you!" her words slurred as she implored Mordret. 

She was none other than Rebecca.

"You pledged to do whatever it takes for my forgiveness, so why retract your words now?" Mordret's voice dripped with contempt.

The room bore a nauseating odor, with sticky fluids spilled about and traces of minor bloodshed.

Rebecca moaned and begged from the depths of her being. But her cries were unheard.

'M-Mother! You lied to me! The Lord is not forgiving at all! Ahn~' Her mind turned to mush. 'I-I might turn mad! I need to stop this–kheuk! Hnng~'