25 25. Do You Like What You See?

An almost naked young woman, wearing only golden jewelry, with long dark wavy hair reaching all the way to her hips was standing inside a spacious bedroom with two big windows letting the daylight in. There was everything there, a large four-poster bed with green, silk linen. Two big wardrobes. A desk with a few books on it and paintings covering the walls.

There was also a naked boy. He tried really hard not to look at the pretty face of the girl. Her thick dark eyebrows, long lashes, and big hazelnuts eyes. The firm light brown breasts he could cup with his hands, with dark nipples hard as rocks showing her excitement.

She was also holding a thin stick in her right hand. Perfect for inflicting pain.

Even her pubic hair was spectacular. Well trimmed, forming a single line. He has never seen something like that, although he has seen many naked women in his life. Slaves sold just like him.

He caught a glimpse of her womanhood but didn't look more than that, doing his best to avoid the tempting view.

He was standing on a stool, with a thick rope around his neck tied to one of the beams supporting the roof construction over their heads. His hands, just like legs, were tied. He had a pretty face and a bush of dark hair, a bit curly. By the looks, he could be around sixteen, just like the girl.

- Do you like what you see? - she asked with a smile on her face.

- You are the most beautiful women I have ever seen, my princess - he answered, but didn't look at her at all.

- Look at me! - she screamed suddenly and slapped him in the face with the stick.

The hit squeezed tears off his eyes, even though he was used to hardships and pain. He slowly turned his face to look at her, and then he lost. Her firm breasts made him hard.

- Hmpf! - she snapped and kicked the stool he was standing on. - You are all the same. Disgusting pigs!

It fell causing the boy to hang on the rope. He wiggled for a moment trying to do something as his face got more color because of the blood rush. The veins on his neck popped out as he couldn't catch a breath.

He was like a fish pulled out of the water. His eyes were about to pop off the sockets as he whispered:

- Please...

But she didn't react. He deserved what he got for what he did. He defiled her. A noble lady. A princess!

- Please...

Despite the unavoidable death he kept fighting, like fish on the hook, but there was no escape for him. There was no way to free himself from the rope squeezing the life out of his body.

- Please...

It took a few minutes, but he eventually stopped moving. His body was just swinging, without any life in it.

- Vere! - she shouted.

Immediately the doors leading to the room opened, and a tall brown-skinned man shaved cleanly, with long dark hair partially loose and partially tied into a short ponytail entered the room. There were also some beads braided into his hairstyle here and there. He was wearing only leather pants and a vest that wasn't at all hiding his muscular body. He had a hatchet stuck behind his belt on the right-hand side. On the left, two knives.

- My lady - he said, looking straight at the ground.

- Clean this - she said and threw the stick on the ground.

Then she took a few steps and jumped on the bed. The man fulfilled the task given to him. He grabbed the boy and using one of the knives cut of the rope. Then he threw the body over his shoulder, and left, closing the door behind.

She watched it all from the bed, and as soon as he left, she jumped back on her legs.

- Get me a new one! - she yelled.

- As you wish my lady! - Vere replied through the door.

She went to one of the windows to have a look at the port town. The large city called Meshek was clearly visible from the high ground of her tower.

She could watch everybody, and they couldn't see her.

- All the men are the same - she said to herself. - Pigs. Filthy, disgusting pigs! They can't see the beauty, they don't even want to! It's all filthy meat for them! Disgusting walking bags filled with lust!

She slammed her fist on the windowsill, then pushed herself of it, and went to the other window across the room, to look at the vast ocean and ships in the port, slowly moving up and down alongside the water.

- Where is my true love? Where is my noble knight? - she asked looking at the horizon.

Then she sighed, almost theatrically, putting both of her hands over her hearth and rushed towards the bed, to jump on it again, and drift away to the realm of dreams.

Meanwhile, Vere got all the way down the tower and left it entering a small yard surrounding the structure, with a tall wall separating it from the rest of the busy city. He could very well hear the noise coming from the streets. He moved towards a cart filled with something covered with a thick piece of cloth and a swarm of flies surrounding it, looking for a way in.

He pulled the cloth off with a free hand revealing a stack of few corpses. All with the ropes around their necks. Then he threw the new one in and covered it back.

It was too early to leave the yard with the cart. Somebody could see, and the rumors would escalate again. Rumors about a crazy noble lady who is killing young men bought as slaves to fulfill her crazy desires of having sex with the corpses.

They couldn't understand her tragedy. They didn't know what she went through. Even her father couldn't, and it was all his fault. His and his crazy scoundrel of a brother who did it all.

Vere sighed heavily and went back to the tower knowing he will have a busy night getting rid of all those bodies.