HUMILIATION

Some past wounds can't be forgotten.

Especially, when given by someone dear.

Just what wound did she give him?

He bleeds whenever he sees her.

And yet she is not refuting his hatred.

She is bleeding herself.

Yet she abides his hatred.

How many days have passed since she has been locked up?

Merely eight days have passed and yet there is no sign of activity. She can't use her chain technique and her mouth is sealed with a demonic spell as well. The chains are holding her down and she is incapable of breaking free, with this pace she will end up nowhere.

Evandros didn't show up after yesterday and as distant as she can think, it's night outside. Head hanging low with a wrecked physical appearance all she had on her mind was...

'How to evade?'

With a painful frown she tried to move her fingers, today his men didn't come to question her, letting her go without a beating once must be a true mercy from him.

With a puff and huff, she closed her eyes

.

Her uncle.

Does he know what occurred?

Her students must be worried as well and she told Evenor that she will take care of herself. Only if she was aware of his intentions she wouldn't have gone to the Shu Clan but if it wasn't her and Evenor in her place, only god knows what would have arisen.

Her legs trembled as she almost fell to her knees. She was weak and tired, and with injuries covering her, it was even worse. She licked her dry lips and for a second she stopped thinking. Trying to calm her mind which was running in chaos for so long. No matter what, she must stay calm.

All of a sudden she abruptly stood up straight when the sudden sound of footsteps fell on her ears...it was not one person but many. Are his men back to beat her up? How do they question her to be exact?

Two of them would lean against the wall while the other two would stand around her. One would grab her long hair in his claws and harshly yank on them, she could feel her hair tearing off of her scalp, such pain made her eyes teary as her jaw clenched but none of them saw a single tear running down her eyes.

In conclusion, this woman was used to pain and knew very well how to deal with it. Either physical or mental.

They would slap her across her face, put her head in the water bucket, and choke her. In the end, she would gasp for breath but still not speak a word. They have beaten her but she still thinks they are being lenient with her for some reason. Linya has several worse ways to torture people, leaving them with permanent scars or even death but none of them were applied to her.

The door harshly flung open and the same four men entered the dark and cold room with a lantern in two of their hands. She gulped and kept her head low. They were here to torture her again. Do they still think she will speak? By now they should be aware even worse of the worst tortures won't make her speak, she will end up killing herself to refuse the pain but she won't give in to them.

When the two of them walked forward, she shut her eyes, waiting for the familiar questions and pain but nothing like that came instead she heard the voice of the chains clashing against each other making an abrupt sound in the silent room. She slowly opened her eyes and raised her head, staring at her now free wrists, she stood up straight and blankly lowered her arms. A hiss almost escaped her lips. She stretched her arms together, twisting and stretching her whole body.

Why did they open the chains?

Are they taking her somewhere?

With so many questions in her mind, she looked at the four faces. Only if her mouth wasn't sealed. One of them suddenly stepped forward and grabbed both of her wrists pulling them up as he once again chained her wrists together. The same black flame oozed out of it. These chains belonged to that little maiden but this flame belongs to Evandros. She blankly stared at her chained wrists when one of them grabbed her left arm and yanked her forward.

Just as he yanked her forward and she took a step, she fell on one of her knees before standing up again. The man holding onto her arm passed her a pissed look. It's been so long since she walked, her legs are weak and wobbly. With a messed-up appearance, she left the prison with the other four men. One behind them, two in front of them, and one holding onto her arm. Her eyes kept moving around the area, the guards were everywhere. No matter how desperately she wants to evade, this looks impossible.

Where were they taking her?

She was unable to query.

Soon after so many turns from left to right, they finally stopped in front of a huge gate. The gate slowly opened and a frown made its way on her face when she entered inside. Why did they bring her into the main hall? What are his intentions?

She slightly lowered her head when they passed by the masters of the Linya who sat on their chairs ever so arrogantly, looking at her as if she had committed some kind of treason. Such snake faces, she can't help but swear under her breath. She slowly looked in front and found him sitting on his throne. His right ankle rested on his left knee and his right hand was holding the temple of his forehead. His stare fixated on her.

To be honest, she held no resentment against this man but if he wishes to go against her Sect or Clan then she has no chance but to stand against him. Stopping him from possessing the stones was not her intention either, her concerns only evolve around her dears.

She stared at him through her eyelashes. All of a sudden the men standing behind her kicked her on her knees making her kneel in front of him. With that, all four of them stepped aside as she kneeled in front of him in front of the whole hall.

"Isn't she Megara Daybrace? The one who killed her master and current Lord Linya's mother?"

She heard people whispering to each other in the hall. She took a deep shaky breath and looked up at him. Yes, it's her Megara Daybrace....the one who killed her master and the one who killed Evandros mother.

"Yes, it's me." She whispered under her whiff as she tore her gaze away from him and fixated them on the ground beneath her.

"Yes, yes, it's her. Lord Linya finally caught her. Now it's time to massacre her but that might not be possible. I've heard she is his mate." She heard another voice.

"What? Mate? When did that happen? Mate or not. Do you think there is any passion in them? Let alone a little bit of affection? Tsk, even the mark on her chest can't save her from him."

The whispers went on and on.

Even the marks on her chest can't save her from him.

That's what it is.

The maiden with the chain technique stood beside him. Her robe was tight and she had an hourglass figure. Her bosoms were full and so was her presence pleasing to look at. Such beauty standing beside him, one cannot help but spare a glance at her but since she was Evandros possession one did not spare her even a glance.

All of a sudden she stepped forward and clapped her hands.

"Everyone we are still not aware of, whether she delivered the stones to her clan or sect. Please suggest to us what brutal retribution we should give her to make her confess." She said, her voice high and crispy but still pleasant to the ears.

Megara closed her eyes when everyone started to suggest their ideas to torture her. Some even said, no need to ask questions from her. Just butcher her alive so they can have their vengeance.

With all this commotion in the hall, Evandros raised his hand, silencing everyone in a snap. He slowly lowered his hand as well as his gaze, staring at her with malicious intent in his eyes.

He got up from his throne, his presence so powerful everyone sat up straight. Megara kept her gaze fixated on the ground beneath her until she saw his black boots. All of a sudden he grabbed her chin and raised her face.

Her green orbs met his black ones.

"Only I have the right to torture her." He said, staring down at her. She darted her gaze away, feeling his grip tightening on her chin. "Look up at me." He said more like ordered. She completely refused to look at him. Refusing him in front of so many people was like digging your burial. All of a sudden his hand slide down to her neck and his fingertips were now wrapped around her throat.

He yanked her up while still grabbing onto her throat, choking her to the point she was standing on her tiptoes, digging her nails into the flesh of his hand that was grabbing onto her neck.

The hall was in eerie silence as everyone watched them, thinking what god was thinking before mating both of them. There was hatred in them, weird suffocation around them, even a blind person could see or feel it.

She dig her nails deeper into his skin as she reached the point where she was almost turning purple. He yanked her forward and whispered in her ear. "I will not hesitate to break this little neck of yours if you dare refuse me. You don't have the honor to decide." He said in a loathing manner before harshly pushing her away. She fell back and started to cough harshly. Fingerprints were evident on her neck as she coughed, taking deep breaths.

"Take this missy to my room after cleaning her up. She is disgusting to look at." He said and cleaned his hand with a napkin, her pupils almost dilated on his actions and words. He was so disgusted by touching her that he is cleaning his hands. Why does he want her in his room?

What is this evil man trying to do?