NOVEL ONLINE FREE Chapter 86: Chapter 86
**Ichiro's POV**
I barely registered what was happening before I felt rough hands grabbing me. My body, still bound tightly by ropes, was yanked up from the cold floor. My muscles screamed in protest, my stiff limbs refusing to cooperate after hours—maybe days—of being tied in the same position.
The bastards didn't even let me adjust. Before I could regain my senses, ice-cold water slammed into me.
*Shit!*
I sucked in a sharp breath, but my body shuddered at the freezing temperature. The force of the water nearly knocked me over, but the guards held me up. I clenched my jaw as they scrubbed at my skin, treating me like some object that needed polishing.
Not a single word was exchanged between them. Just rough hands working on autopilot.
By the time they finished, I was shivering, my damp skin meeting the soft touch of expensive fabrics. They dressed me in something finer than the rags I'd been in before—rich clothes, meant to impress.
And that only meant one thing.
*I'm about to be presented.*
They dragged me through the hallways, and I let my gaze wander, my mind working double time. I had no idea how big this place was, but as I was pulled through corridor after corridor, I started mapping the layout. Every turn, every hallway, every possible exit.
*Long hallway, staircase leading down, two doors before the left turn…*
If I wanted to escape, I needed to know this place like the back of my hand.
Finally, we stopped before a large door.
And then, a voice.
Feminine. Smooth. Amused.
*"Trent, as soon as you told me he is the best you had, I couldn't help but come right away."*
I heard the familiar voice of the green-haired man—Trent—respond.
*"I assure you, ma'am, this is the best of our merchandise."*
A pause. Then his voice sharpened.
*"Come inside."*
The door opened. A wave of warm, perfumed air rushed out.
And just like that, I was pulled into whatever nightmare awaited me next.
I stumbled forward as the guards shoved me inside, my bound hands making it impossible to catch my balance. The heavy door clicked shut behind me, sealing me in.
Before I could even raise my head which was kept down by the guards , a feminine chuckle rang through the room—smooth, amused, and entirely too pleased.
*"Trent, you sure were true about your statement."*
Footsteps. Slow, deliberate.
A presence approached, closing the distance between us. Then, without warning, soft fingers grasped my cheeks, tilting my face upward.
I finally saw her.
A noblewoman—no doubt about it. She had an aura of authority, the kind that clung to people who had never known struggle. Her skin was porcelain, almost unnaturally flawless, contrasting starkly with the deep black of her hair. Long white dress showing her curves.
But it was her eyes that unsettled me the most.
Pure black. A void, endless and unreadable.
She wore an elegant black hat, the wide brim casting a shadow over most of her features, leaving only her lips and those haunting eyes visible.
She studied me, her gaze trailing over my face as if committing every detail to memory.
And then—her cheeks flushed deep red.
A slow, twisted smile stretched across her lips.
*"I love it!"*
A chill crawled down my spine.
My body tensed, fighting against the ropes that bound me, but no matter how hard I struggled, there was no escaping her grip.
Her fingers were like iron, her hold on my face unyielding as she stared down at me with a twisted kind of satisfaction. Her smile widened, lips curling in a way that was anything but comforting.
*"Also rebellious... You're so enticing,"* she murmured, the words dripping with something dark, something I couldn't quite place. A perverse excitement gleamed in her black eyes, and it made my skin crawl.
I could feel the blood rushing to my face, my heartbeat quickening as I tried to look away, tried to move my head, but her hand clamped down even harder. I had no escape. Her strength was terrifying, unnatural even.
I felt her pull at my collar, her nails scraping against my skin as she exposed more of my neck. I gasped, heart racing, as she leaned in closer, the heat of her breath against my skin sending a chill through me.
Without warning, she pressed her lips to my neck. The contact was cold, invasive, and as her teeth sank into my skin, I cried out in pain, the sharp sting radiating through my body.
She bit down harder, her teeth sinking deeper, drawing blood.
The searing pain shot through me like a bolt of lightning, and I winced, feeling the sharp pressure of her fangs as she drew blood.
I tried to pull away, but her grip on my face didn't waver. She only bit harder, a cruel satisfaction gleaming in her eyes as she drank in the sensation of my pain.
It felt like an eternity before she released me, a wet sound as she pulled her lips away from my neck, leaving behind a burning ache.
She licked her lips. She sighed contentedly, her breath warm against my ear as she leaned in close again.
*"Sorry, my bunny... a little precaution."*
Her words were soft, a sickly sweetness to them, and they only made my stomach twist even more. I tried to focus, tried to push the overwhelming sensation of disgust out of my mind, but everything inside me screamed to escape, to get away from her.
But there was no escape. Not here. Not now.
Her actions had sent a wave of panic crashing through me, but I couldn't show it. I couldn't give her the satisfaction. I felt a wave of dizziness hit me...
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