Something Is Wrong....

Lórien's eyes fluttered open, his heart pounding as he bolted upright. He looked around frantically, his breath shallow and his mind racing. This wasn't the public square filled with jeering crowds and agony—it was his palace. The familiar golden pillars (not real gold) and silken drapes surrounded him, but they felt oddly out of place, like a dream that didn't belong to him.

Bits and pieces of what had happened began to piece together in his mind. The crowd. The cries. The horror of that public execution. His parents. His heart clenched painfully as the memories returned in vivid flashes.

"What… what am I doing here?" he muttered to himself, his voice shaky, barely audible in the quiet of the room.

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps echoed through the hall. They were deliberate, confident, each step louder than the last. Lórien froze, his body tense, and turned toward the source of the sound.

Emerging from the shadows was a figure so striking that it sent a shiver down his spine. It was her—Lunatic,The succubus queen. She moved with a predatory grace, her enchanting black dress hugging every curve of her mature, seductive form. Her midnight-black hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall, and her glowing blue eyes seemed to pierce straight into his soul. They reminded him of the endless depths of an ocean, beautiful yet utterly terrifying.

A wicked smirk played on her lips as she approached him, a look that spoke of amusement and malice intertwined.

For Lórien, this was the first time seeing her up close. Before now, she had been a distant, haunting presence, sitting idly during the execution, watching with sick enjoyment as his parents were humiliated and tortured. He had hated her even from afar, but now, being in her presence, he couldn't deny the overwhelming aura she exuded. Her beauty was intoxicating in a dangerous way, rivaling even Scarlett's in its intensity.

"Who are you? What is this? Why am I here?" Lórien demanded, his voice laced with confusion and barely veiled fear.

Lunatic's smirk deepened as she tilted her head, her glowing eyes never leaving his. "You fainted," she said simply, her tone teasing, like she was speaking to a child. "The shock must have been too much for your delicate heart. But that's not important."

Lórien frowned, his fists clenching. "Then what is important?"

"Your wife," she replied, her voice dripping with mockery.

"My… wife?" Lórien's stomach dropped as more memories came crashing down on him. He remembered Scarlett's cruel voice echoing through the square. The twisted rules she had set. The way she declared that the one who devised the most vicious method of torture would have free reign over his wife for three days and nights.

A wave of shame and helplessness washed over him, so intense that it made his chest ache. How had it come to this? Why was he so powerless to stop any of it?

Lunatic's cold, slender fingers grabbed the back of Lórien's shirt, her grip like iron, and with unnerving ease, she lifted him slightly off the ground. His body felt weightless in her grasp, like a doll being handled by a cruel child. He didn't even have the strength to struggle anymore; his limbs hung limp, his mind too clouded by fear and despair.

"Since you're her husband," Lunatic said, her voice dripping with mockery and amusement, "shouldn't you see how she's being entertained?"

Her words sliced through him, leaving a hollow ache in his chest. He wanted to scream, to protest, to lash out, but no words came. All he could do was stare at her with wide, terrified eyes as she began walking, carrying him like he weighed nothing.

The grand staircase seemed endless as Lunatic ascended, her heels clicking against the polished marble with a rhythm that echoed in his ears like a countdown to his doom. Lórien's heart pounded wildly, each beat a desperate plea for this nightmare to end.

When they reached the top, Lunatic stopped in front of a massive glass window framed with intricate gold carvings. It wasn't just a window—it was a mirror, one designed with a sinister purpose.

That was a special mirror, One side can see through to the other, but not the other way around. Right now, they can see inside, but cassie and others can't see us."

Lórien's breathing grew uneven as her words sunk in. His eyes flicked to the window, and his stomach churned. He knew what he was about to see. Or at least, he thought he did.

As Lunatic adjusted the settings on the mirror, a scene began to unfold before his eyes. He expected to see his wife, Cassie, crying and begging for mercy, her voice hoarse from screaming. That would've been horrible enough, but the reality was far worse.

What he saw shattered what little resolve he had left.

Cassie wasn't crying. She wasn't begging. She wasn't fighting back at all. Instead, she was laughing, her head tilted back, her expression one of twisted joy. The sight hit him like a punch to the gut, leaving him gasping for air.

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The muffled sounds of Cassie and Lily filled the dimly lit room, echoing with an intensity that revealed more than mere indulgence—it was a dance of rebellion and desperation. Cassie's face was flushed, her breathing uneven, lost in the haze of forbidden pleasure.

"Ahh~, Harder... Do it hard~", her moaning was just becoming louder and louder.

Yet, amidst it all, Ryan's voice cut through the atmosphere, sharp and mocking.

"How does someone like you, a royal with all the dignity and grace expected of your station, hide such a shameless personality?" he asked arrogantly, his tone dripping with contempt.

Cassie's body froze for a moment, though her mind swam in a sea of sensation. His words should have stung, should have angered her, but instead, they brought forth the truth buried deep within her—words she never thought she'd say aloud.

"Lórien was always busy," she began, her voice trembling, a mixture of guilt and bitter honesty spilling out. "Always consumed by his work, by the kingdom. He never made time for me—not really."

Her gaze faltered, and for a brief moment, she looked away, as if ashamed of her own confession. But the words wouldn't stop now. They poured out like a dam had broken inside her.

"I was so lonely. Weeks, months would pass with barely any intimacy, barely any acknowledgment of me as a woman. At first, I told myself it was fine, that it was my duty as his wife to endure. But…" Her voice cracked slightly, and she swallowed hard.

"But one night, I gave in. I cheated on him. It wasn't planned; it just… happened. And after that, I couldn't stop, It became something I needed. It wasn't just about the pleasure—it was the attention, the feeling of being wanted."

Ryan's smirk grew, but Cassie didn't notice, her confession continuing unabated.

"I've been unfaithful ever since. Even the daughter everyone believes is his—" She paused, her breath hitching as a wave of emotion struck her. "She isn't. I don't even know who her father is. After that first betrayal, I stopped caring about control. It became an addiction, a way to escape the emptiness Lórien left behind,I did with so much man and in all kind of position and dresses, That i don't even know who her father is!."

"But when I saw father in law and mother in law getting torture, I thought it was the end for me but now that it is a chance, As long as I can live

It doesn't matter three days or three months, It is actually kind of reward for me! ", She moaned.

"No…" Lórien whispered, his voice trembling. His knees buckled, and he would've collapsed if Lunatic hadn't been holding him up.

Lunatic's laughter filled the room, a sound that was both chilling and triumphant. She was having the most fun.

Lórien's chest tightened as he stared through the glass. His mind screamed at him to look away, but his body refused to move. The betrayal was a dagger lodged deep in his heart, twisting with every second he watched.

His wife, the woman he had loved, the person he had trusted more than anyone, was reveling in the situation. There was no hint of shame or regret in her demeanor—only pleasure, only satisfaction.

Tears burned in Lórien's eyes, blurring his vision. He felt like his soul was being crushed under the weight of the moment. The humiliation, the helplessness, the sheer agony of realizing the truth—it was too much to bear.

Leonidas's deep voice echoed in the chamber, filled with arrogance and intensity. "Is that so? Then you should bear a child with me too!" he declared, his words laced with possessiveness and power.

Cassie's face burned with emotion, her body trembling under the weight of her own choices and desires. Her voice cracked as she responded, lost in a storm of conflicting feelings. "Yes! At this point, I don't care anymore! Just take it all out on me!"

Three days and three nights passed in a blur of relentless intensity. Enhanced by magical potions made from orc blood, known for amplifying stamina and desire, the participants seemed tireless, caught in an unending cycle of indulgence. The sun rose and set, marking the passing of time, yet they did not stop.

At the center of it all, Lórien sat unmoving, his eyes wide and unblinking as he stared ahead. His expression was empty, his spirit shattered beyond recognition. He wasn't himself anymore—his mind had collapsed, leaving him in a state of unconscious obedience. If someone commanded him to kill, he would kill; if told to die, he would obey without hesitation.

Throughout it all, Lunatic stood silently by his side, her gaze never faltering. Unlike the others, she seemed utterly detached, her interest rooted elsewhere. To her, this display of human weakness and indulgence was nothing more than a passing spectacle. Her desires and obsessions lay elsewhere— Scarlett.

But as the days wore on, something unexpected caught her eye. A sly smirk played on her lips as she leaned toward Lórien, her voice dripping with mockery and amusement. "Well, well, what's this?" she teased, her tone laced with mischief. "You're actually… aroused by this? Watching your own wife give herself away like that? My, my, how twisted you are."

"Sigh... I can't stand seeing you like this, Lórien. Your poor, aching body must be suffering," she taunted, her words cutting through the heavy atmosphere like a knife.

She bent slightly, leaning closer to his ear, her warm breath brushing against his skin. Her tone was deceptively sweet as she whispered, "Why don't you release all that tension? Masturbate while watching your wife... isn't this the best choice for you right now? Do it."

Lórien, his mind already shattered and unable to discern right from wrong, obeyed. Like a puppet on strings, he succumbed to her cruel suggestion, acting out her command,He actually did it.

But the moment he did it, his vision blurred, darkness consuming him entirely. He fainted, collapsing into a heap of broken pride and despair.

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When Lórien's eyes fluttered open again, his mind felt hazy yet clearer than before, as if fragments of his consciousness had stitched themselves back together during his slumber. He blinked rapidly, his surroundings slowly coming into focus.

He was no longer in the same chamber but on a square wooden platform, slightly elevated from the ground. The murmuring crowd surrounding him stared in shock, their wide eyes filled with a mix of horror and curiosity.

Before him, he spotted his parents, half-conscious and visibly distraught. Scarlett and Reiza stood beside them, their faces void of expression, while Lunatic lounged in the corner, an unsettling smile playing on her lips.

Scarlett tilted her head slightly, a feigned innocence in her voice. "Oh, you're finally awake. Good. Don't pass out again—there's still so much more for you to witness," she said with a chilling calmness.

The sound of Cassie's trembling voice cut through the tension like a desperate cry for salvation. "Dear, please... please save me! I don't want to die!" she pleaded, tears streaming down her face in an endless flow of guilt and fear.

But the sight of her, combined with the memories of the past three days, erupted like a storm in Lórien's mind. Everything flooded back—the betrayal, the humiliation, the unbearable shame. His chest heaved with unrelenting rage, his bloodshot eyes burning with unbridled fury.

"You... you fucking whore!" he roared, his voice raw and trembling with emotion. "I loved you... I gave you everything... and this is how you repay me?"

Fueled by his wrath, he pulled against the heavy chains that bound him. Muscles straining, veins bulging, he summoned every ounce of his strength. With a guttural cry, the chains shattered, clattering to the wooden platform like fallen shackles of a broken man.

His eyes caught sight of a knife glinting on the ground. Without hesitation, he grabbed it, his movements fueled by a single, burning desire for vengeance.

He charged toward Cassie, his emotions blinding him to reason. The first stab landed, then another, and another. Each thrust of the blade was a release of his pain, his sorrow, and his anger. He stabbed relentlessly, the wooden platform beneath them painted with crimson.

Cassie didn't even have the chance to scream before her lifeless body crumpled, her blood pooling around her.

Lórien stood there, chest heaving, the knife slipping from his hand as it clattered to the ground. His trembling hands were stained red, his eyes devoid of life as the crowd gasped in stunned silence.

For a moment, Lórien thought he had finally taken his revenge. Scarlett, Reiza, and the others stood frozen in shock.

Then Scarlett's lips curled into a wide smile, her face flushing red. Suddenly, she burst into laughter—loud, uncontrollable, and hysterical. "Hahahaha! Hahaha!" she doubled over, clutching her belly as though she might collapse from the sheer force of it.

The sound of her laughter cut through Lórien's triumph like a blade. A chilling realization struck him.

His gaze darted to the crowd. His eyes widened in horror.

"Everyone... they're all standing in the same positions as three days ago," he muttered, his voice trembling. His mind raced. "That woman in the corner... that man by the tree... nothing's changed."

He looked down at his broken chains, his breath quickening. "I've tried to break these countless times before and never succeeded. How did I do it now?

His eyes fell to the knife, lying unnaturally on the ground." An ownerless knife... just there? Waiting?"

Something twisted in his gut. "This isn't right... Something is wrong...something is definitely wrong"