Chapter 6: Withered
….. We have been stuck in the college project and could not divert our attention. But as the preliminary load has been finished, some of us have some leeway to edit so here is the first part of the sixth chapter. It is a long one so we divide in two parts. The second part is in the process of editing.
After our college project is finished, we will have more free time and so we shall be able to punch out more chapters.
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A sharp stabbing pain brought unconscious Kiwei back to reality. She groaned and tried to caresses the wound on her hand, but found that she could not move both of her hands. Next moment another sharp pain suddenly erupted in her body, this time she was completely awake.
Like a nightmare a fat face slowly become clear in front of her eyes, the face was so close that even the pores on the nose could be seen.
Kiwei was so startled that she screamed and she instinctively wanted to jump and get away.
However, both her hands couldn't move behind her back. She lost her balance and fell heavily on the table.
There was another sharp pain in her buttocks, but this time she nearly fainted.
"Beauty, don't be so scared. The night is still long." The fat face said while revealing a sly expression.
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Kiwei calmed down a bit and observed her situation. The room she was in was rather large, and about a dozen candles were lit on the chandelier hanging from the ceiling,lightening the room brightly.
The furniture in the room was brand new and one could see at a glance that they were made using inferior wood. The wall had a brilliant gold colour that expressed the owner’s taste.
But Kiwei was more worried about herself. She quickly found that her hands were tied firmly behind her back and she was laying face down on a big experiment table.
The Fat man’s hands were holding a small plier that was clamping a crossbow bolt stained with the fresh blood.
He brought it in front of his face, looking carefully at it for a moment then tossed to the side.
He reached out and then gently picked up Kiwei’s chin.
“Ha-Ha, you are looking pretty good." "Ah, why are not you being fierce? Not going to hit me huh? Could it be that this sort of rough treatment feels good to you?”
“Great beauty, I shot this arrow in a really nice place, it seems that I have a real talent for archery.”
Hearing that female warrior let out a cry, and mercilessly bit down Rogge’s hand that was on her chin.
Seeing that, Rogge quickly pulled back and grabbed her hairs, pulling them up.
A painful expression appeared in Kiwei’s face, and as her whole upper body was pulled up, revealing the curves of her chest.
Rogge's hands touched them and Kiwei felt as if the cold snakes were crawling on her body.
However, her hair was caught, making it hard for her to struggle free.
Finally, she could not stop the tears from flowing down from her closed eyes.
Kiwei was half a head higher than Rogge, as, for her skirt, chest armour had already been stripped by Rogge.
Her body now revealed soul-stirring thin waist, bare hips huge and plumps, long and straight healthy legs.
Rogge was so excited that his ten fingers were deeply immersed in the slippery hips followed by the waist and entering the softness.
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The candlelight in the small building swayed along with hoarse curse of the female warrior, the poor inferior experiment table squeaking unable to withstand the burden of two people.
The devil dancing in the fire and the resentful spirits howling.
Rogge was trembling, the tides of pleasure were intertwined with the joy of the revenge so that every piece of his fat body was shaking.
The deepest part of his heart was boiling, unceasingly impacting his every nerve.
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The early spring nights were still cold and the blowing cold wind withering the flowers that had not even begun to bloom.
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Rogge smugly hummed a song and looked at the snow-white lamb that was captured by him.
The soreness in his body seemed to be singing.
Not long ago, this lamb became a lion.
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Rogge put on his clothes and decided to go look for Emmett and the company and so that they too could have a look at the prey.
The only thing that kept bothering him was Kiwei’s eyes. They were completely cold, completely cold, no sorrow nor anger, just empty coldly looking at the fat man.
Rogge felt like a frog that was being stared by a snake and he didn't like that feeling.
He bounded Kiwei with another rope and naturally touched her a few more. But Kiwei had no reaction, as if it was not even her body, quietly staring a fat person like a snake.
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Roger hastily left, almost to escape those murderous gazes.
The best way to escape this, of course, was to kill her, but currently, Rogge did not possess such courage. Besides, it would be a pity to kill such a great beauty.
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Emmett and the company excitedly came to the small building, the building looked like a storm has passed through and everything was smashed and upside down.
Their heart grew cold and suspiciously rushed to the second floor to see the large experimental table empty except for the bundled rope used to bind the female warrior.
Keith picked up the broken end of the rope, looked closely at it and said, “It has been snapped, god can anyone snap this thick rope, was she really captured by you!?
Rogge remembering the female warrior who bore the grudge, suddenly broke the cold sweat.
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Emmett being the oldest, and with more experience, was the first to calm down."Guys don't panic; they still do not know who we are. But Rogge, you can't stay in this building any longer."
Everyone slowly calmed down. When the panic was over, Lawrence raked his brain and said: “I am afraid they are going to set fire to the building."
“In for a penny, in for a pound. Now, this matter has been reached this point, that it is impossible to think of the good way to escape, the only way is to a pre-emptive strike."
"Time is running out, we have to act together."
If they dare to set the building on fire then let them. Let me think of an idea, understanding the thinking of these mercenaries was no trick.”
To the not much speaking Franco, this all was too much leaving him in a daze.
They deliberated for a while, eliminated any trace of them having been there and quickly left.
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In the alley, Rogge and several people with the appearance of nobility were swayed to the small building, Whispering along the way, laughing loudly and talking about men's common topics.
They walked up to the small building and stood in front of it. One person next to Rogge suddenly said, “No, some people have gone in. There is an ambush here."
“Thud”
At this point, a loud sound came and the door crashed open with the fragments of the door, a sword light arrived in front of Rogge, seconds away from chopping him in half.
Like a nightmare a fat face slowly become clear in front of her eyes, the face was so close that even the pores on the nose could be seen.
Kiwei was so startled that she screamed and she instinctively wanted to jump and get away.
However, both her hands couldn't move behind her back. She lost her balance and fell heavily on the table.
There was another sharp pain in her buttocks, but this time she nearly fainted.
"Beauty, don't be so scared. The night is still long." The fat face said while revealing a sly expression.
..............
Kiwei calmed down a bit and observed her situation. The room she was in was rather large, and about a dozen candles were lit on the chandelier hanging from the ceiling,lightening the room brightly.
The furniture in the room was brand new and one could see at a glance that they were made using inferior wood. The wall had a brilliant gold colour that expressed the owner’s taste.
But Kiwei was more worried about herself. She quickly found that her hands were tied firmly behind her back and she was laying face down on a big experiment table.
The Fat man’s hands were holding a small plier that was clamping a crossbow bolt stained with the fresh blood.
He brought it in front of his face, looking carefully at it for a moment then tossed to the side.
He reached out and then gently picked up Kiwei’s chin.
“Ha-Ha, you are looking pretty good." "Ah, why are not you being fierce? Not going to hit me huh? Could it be that this sort of rough treatment feels good to you?”
“Great beauty, I shot this arrow in a really nice place, it seems that I have a real talent for archery.”
Hearing that female warrior let out a cry, and mercilessly bit down Rogge’s hand that was on her chin.
Seeing that, Rogge quickly pulled back and grabbed her hairs, pulling them up.
A painful expression appeared in Kiwei’s face, and as her whole upper body was pulled up, revealing the curves of her chest.
Rogge's hands touched them and Kiwei felt as if the cold snakes were crawling on her body.
However, her hair was caught, making it hard for her to struggle free.
Finally, she could not stop the tears from flowing down from her closed eyes.
Kiwei was half a head higher than Rogge, as, for her skirt, chest armour had already been stripped by Rogge.
Her body now revealed soul-stirring thin waist, bare hips huge and plumps, long and straight healthy legs.
Rogge was so excited that his ten fingers were deeply immersed in the slippery hips followed by the waist and entering the softness.
…………………
The candlelight in the small building swayed along with hoarse curse of the female warrior, the poor inferior experiment table squeaking unable to withstand the burden of two people.
The devil dancing in the fire and the resentful spirits howling.
Rogge was trembling, the tides of pleasure were intertwined with the joy of the revenge so that every piece of his fat body was shaking.
The deepest part of his heart was boiling, unceasingly impacting his every nerve.
............
The early spring nights were still cold and the blowing cold wind withering the flowers that had not even begun to bloom.
...................
Rogge smugly hummed a song and looked at the snow-white lamb that was captured by him.
The soreness in his body seemed to be singing.
Not long ago, this lamb became a lion.
..............
Rogge put on his clothes and decided to go look for Emmett and the company and so that they too could have a look at the prey.
The only thing that kept bothering him was Kiwei’s eyes. They were completely cold, completely cold, no sorrow nor anger, just empty coldly looking at the fat man.
Rogge felt like a frog that was being stared by a snake and he didn't like that feeling.
He bounded Kiwei with another rope and naturally touched her a few more. But Kiwei had no reaction, as if it was not even her body, quietly staring a fat person like a snake.
…………………
Roger hastily left, almost to escape those murderous gazes.
The best way to escape this, of course, was to kill her, but currently, Rogge did not possess such courage. Besides, it would be a pity to kill such a great beauty.
...........
Emmett and the company excitedly came to the small building, the building looked like a storm has passed through and everything was smashed and upside down.
Their heart grew cold and suspiciously rushed to the second floor to see the large experimental table empty except for the bundled rope used to bind the female warrior.
Keith picked up the broken end of the rope, looked closely at it and said, “It has been snapped, god can anyone snap this thick rope, was she really captured by you!?
Rogge remembering the female warrior who bore the grudge, suddenly broke the cold sweat.
................
Emmett being the oldest, and with more experience, was the first to calm down."Guys don't panic; they still do not know who we are. But Rogge, you can't stay in this building any longer."
Everyone slowly calmed down. When the panic was over, Lawrence raked his brain and said: “I am afraid they are going to set fire to the building."
“In for a penny, in for a pound. Now, this matter has been reached this point, that it is impossible to think of the good way to escape, the only way is to a pre-emptive strike."
"Time is running out, we have to act together."
If they dare to set the building on fire then let them. Let me think of an idea, understanding the thinking of these mercenaries was no trick.”
To the not much speaking Franco, this all was too much leaving him in a daze.
They deliberated for a while, eliminated any trace of them having been there and quickly left.
……………………………
In the alley, Rogge and several people with the appearance of nobility were swayed to the small building, Whispering along the way, laughing loudly and talking about men's common topics.
They walked up to the small building and stood in front of it. One person next to Rogge suddenly said, “No, some people have gone in. There is an ambush here."
“Thud”
At this point, a loud sound came and the door crashed open with the fragments of the door, a sword light arrived in front of Rogge, seconds away from chopping him in half.
howling to the point of howling
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it sure doesn't Imran, thanks! sometimes things just go unnoticed!!!!
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