Chapter 22 – Slime Beast

Jasmine did not know whether to turn around and flee or face whatever was going to emerge from that pitch darkness in the alley.

In fact, she was too stunned to think.

The worst possible scenario would be for her to witness the presence of a magic beast for the first time in her life.

Her parents had told her stories about magic beasts and she had also read about them but Jasmine was yet to encounter one in real life.

She saw white fangs that slavered and eyes that were white as snow glaring at her.

The silhouette grew larger the closer it got to Jasmine.

Jasmine, on the other hand, was too fear stricken to move. The paper bag in her hand, full of croissants, fell to the ground.

Realising herself, she pulled out her wand in a hasty attempt to cast a spell but it was too late.

A smooth slimy tentacle slapped her wrist, forcing the wand out of her hand and wrapping around her wrist.

Jasmine tried with her other hand to pull the slime out of her wrist but it was tight.

As she struggled, it got even worse and the slime tentacles travelled towards her legs and wrapped around her ankles, binding her.

The tentacles pulled Jasmine to the ground and started to drag her gradually into the shadows of the Silver City.

The young lady struggled, trying her possible best to grab onto whatever she could and even reach for her wand but it was too far.

Without her thin wooden wand, she couldn't cast any spells and without spells, it was going to be very hard to break free.

The tentacles crawled up her shin and towards her thighs, reaching for the part underneath her skirt.

Jasmine struggled to slap the tentacles out of there, nearly on the verge of crying.

She did not want that. The presence of the tentacles crawling up towards her upper inner thighs made her feel hopeless.

Jasmine tried and tried until she slowly started to give in to her overwhelming thoughts.

All that was in her mind were the memories of the isolation she suffered at the hands of her kidnappers.

"Am I going to go through that again?" she wondered in silence.

She didn't want to experience that kind of feeling again.

It was horrible. It was a terrifying thing for someone to go through.

But for that to happen, she had to escape the grasp of this fanged slimy monster that was trying to do unspeakable things to her.

Jasmine was feeling an eerie sensation underneath her skirt. Mustering every ounce of courage in her, she was able to slap the tentacles from underneath her skirt, but this was only temporary.

She was still tightly bound by the slime tentacles.

"That's not how to treat a lady. That's why girls will never like you," a voice interrupted the scene.

The stranger stood atop the roof of the building that bordered the alley on its three sides, looking down at the girl and the slime monster.

The slime creature and Jasmine looked up, both of them wondering who that was.

It was too dark to even make out the face. Perhaps, he intentionally hid himself in the darkness to hide his face.

"That's a magic beast," the stranger thought, watching as the slime beast snarled at him.

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The slime tentacles stretched out and fired towards the figure on the roof but that was not a problem because he easily evaded their paths with little effort.

"You have to do more than that if you want to catch me," he taunted the beast.

The slime creature went crazy, slashing its six tentacles all at once and all of them had one target — the man on the roof.

The man put his hand over his face and giggled.

"This should be easy," he breathed.

The tentacles slashed the spot he was standing but missed, striking thin air.

The man had vanished from the roof and appeared in the alley, right in front of Jasmine.

"You're not the type to flee, are you, miss?" he asked Jasmine with a soft tone of voice.

Jasmine froze. Her eyes broadened. It was as if she had forgotten how to breathe.

She looked at the man in front of her like she was looking at a ghost.

"Y-You... it-it's... you," she whispered.

It was White, the man who had donned a white mask to save her just two days ago.

The slime creature was furious and immediately retracted its tentacles, slashing them at the two humans.

White turned his head to the side and glared at the creature from the corner of his eyes.

The slime beast made eye contact with the masked man and instinctively took two steps back.

For a moment, the beast trembled, gripped by fear of White's aura that he didn't realise that his body had made a move to flee.

In that frenzy, it fired all its tentacles at them, slashing at the wall, ground and crates in the murky ally and raising a cloud of dust.

The screen of dust the tentacles caused cleared, revealing an unscathed White who carried Jasmine in his arms.

The white eyes of the beast were wide with shock.

There was no way they were alive.

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White ignored the beast and looked at the damsel in his arms.

Jasmine was red with embarrassment and did not want to look back at her saviour.

"How are you, miss?" he asked.

She hesitated at first but finally answered.

Clutching White's dark red cloak, she said, "P-Please... take... me... home. I'm not... feeling... so good."

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White chuckled as he turned his attention back to the beast.

"You heard that, huh? The young miss isn't feeling well. So, let's make this quick."

The beast growled and brandished its tentacles about to strike its cloaked foe.

White didn't care and merely took a step forward.

The beast instantly felt a touch on its chest.

Looking onward, it saw only Jasmine lying on the floor and the masked man had covered the fifteen metres distance between them in an instant.

The beast shuddered, trying to flee but could not.

White started to giggle.

"You fool! Why is your heart beating so fast?" he asked

"Is it because you feel trapped within my darkness?"

The beast was shrouded with immense fear as if its own death flashed before its eyes.

The creature saw its end through White's eyes.

With his palm placed on the slime monster's chest, White muttered a spell.

"Dark Prison: Black Cube"