IN HIS ROOM

Why were they taking her to his room? If he was so revolted by touching her then why does he need her in his room? This man is so unpredictable but whatever it is, she understands it carries nothing good for her.

She was dressed in a simple white robe with her hair loosely tied in a ponytail. Her wrists were chained and her mouth was still sealed. Her broken fingers were temporarily healed but they still hurt. She was having severe fatigue in her whole body but still walked with a straight stance as if she wasn't on the threshold of collapsing.

They passed through different dark alleys of the manor before finally reaching their destination. She stood in front of the massive door, recalling what she saw inside when she went in for the first time. The guard standing behind Megara pushed her forward, telling her to keep walking as they all did not proceed inside the room.

With her heart thudding in her ears, she slowly walked inside the room. Clenching both of her hands in fists when she heard the door closing behind her. Keeping her gaze fixated on the red carpet beneath her, she was in a truculent mood. The sudden smell of smoke invaded her nostrils, making her finally raise her head.

Her scalp tingled when her eyes met his. He sat on the edge of his bed. His long hair was draping down on his shoulders as he wore a loose black robe. His pale and muscular chest is completely visible to one eye.

He held a long smoking pipe in his hand, exhaling the smoke as his sharp gaze can be seen through the smoke coming out of his lips. Half of his face was covered in the yellow light flashing on his face by the candles surrounding the right side. He looked godly handsome, one cannot look away from such features but those eyes were so malicious one can also not dare raise their gaze.

But what disturbed her the most was not this man or his stare, it was those three women encircling him. One of them was that little maiden with the chain technique. One girl was sitting beside his legs, continuously caressing her face against his leg. She looked like an animal craving his owner's affection. That little maiden sat beside him, clinging onto him like a leech while the third one sat on his other side, caressing his broad shoulder.

Megara's eyes twitched as she stared at the sinful event in front of her. Why does God have to throw someone as pure as her to a man like him? Why not Evenor? Who is as pure as jade? He is pure and his gaze only looks out for her. Why does God have to be so cruel toward them? Maybe...this is what 'You reap what you sow' means.

In the end, she could still not bring herself to hate this man in front of her. She believes it's her fault that he is like this.

She slowly dropped her gaze, awkwardly and nervously standing in one place.

"Scarlet."

Her pupils dilated when she heard his voice. Did he just call her 'Scarlet'? Why is he calling her that? Doesn't he hate her? Or is he mocking her?

Nevertheless, she kept her gaze low.

"Fate is cruel right? You were so happy with your lover... uh what's his name?"

"It's Evenor, Master." The little maiden said, just hearing Evenor's name from her lips sounds so filthy to Blossom.

"Yes, Evenor. That saint. What do you think? After pushing me away...destroying me to specks...crushing my heart into thousands of pieces,... will you be able to live a happy life? You are so selfish and a two-faced coward, aren't you?" He asked, his words were sentimental but his voice was calm. She had no words...no words to defend herself.

There was no lie in his words.

She did push him away...crushed his heart into pieces and destroyed his innocence because of her selfishness...she doesn't even have the face to apologize to him. When she first saw him after so many years only then did she realize how worse of a person she was.

It's her fault... It's all her fault.

Only if she could reverse the time.

"See...are you having a guilty conscience? Oh, I forgot....you don't have a heart." A chuckle left his lips as he took a deep puff of the smoke pipe in his hands.

"Kneel the fuck down when I'm in front of you. I'm your mate...your God." He said and she finally looked up at him. Her God? She expected him to have such ridiculous thoughts. She wasn't surprised neither did she kneel in front of him.

Until a chain suddenly wrapped around her neck and harshly pulled her down to the ground. A cough left her lips as she fell on her four. The chain tightened around her neck as tears blurred her sight. This was the second time she was getting choked to death. Her neck was already throbbing and now this chain is making it worse. She raised her chained hands and tried to unwrap the chain around her neck by exerting her internal energy but the chain around her wrists had those demonic black flames around it which caged her spells.

"Uhh...enough."

She heard Evandro's hazy voice. The chains abruptly left her neck as she started to cough harshly while taking deep breaths, tears rolling down her cheeks.

"That's what you get when you don't listen to our master." The little maiden said arrogantly. This whore was standing against the master of the Front Liberation sect. If it wasn't for these chains around her wrists she would have snapped her little neck into two.

"I don't want her to die so easily. There is so much to do." He said while staring at her. She was on her four, coughing as tears rolled down her cheeks, her condition made his heart tingle in excitement.

She soon stopped coughing and got on her knees, raising her soaked eyelashes as she passed the little maiden beside him a glare. The murderous intention in those green eyes. He can't help but stare at her intently. The more he stared at her the weirder he felt down there.

The maiden sitting beside his leg almost scooted away in shock when she found out that the man was hard. Her heart started to beat faster as she rubbed his lap. Her cheeks got tinted red as she was in the heavens, thinking she was the one who caused this to him. She raised her hazy gaze to look at him. She has only slept with him once ever since she entered his harem but the night she slept with him was the night she forgot about every man. All she wanted was this lunatic beast who played with her like an animal in heat. Ravishing her to the point she felt dead although it was only one round. This man was truly the best in bed, he was best in everything. Having his child will be like having the world.

On the other hand, Evandros continues to stare at Megara. A swear left his lips as he bit his lower lip. He darted his gaze away from her and pinched the bridge of his nose.

This woman...he would not touch her ever.