Free Web NovelChapter 25: Let’s have some fun
One of the henchmen walked to Violet as she lay on the ground and then proceeded to grab her by the hair. He yanked her head up and placed a blade on her neck.
"You will come with us, slave. Tch, I’ll make sure you suffer for killing my brothers," he spoke in rage, and though his face could not be seen through the mask, his rage was evident and true.
Violet stayed there with her hair pulled. She could barely feel or hear anything, but her senses slowly returned to her and she felt the hand that was grabbing her head.
She raised her hands and tried to pry it off, only for the man to pull even harder.
"Ahhh!" she screamed in pain. Her pain caused them joy as the other henchmen began to laugh.
"Maybe we can have a little fun with her before the boss comes back," one said and started coming closer.
Those words hit Violet’s ears and they were a trigger. A memory flashed in her mind. She had heard those same words before.
She lay on the ground of a wet dungeon, her eyes barely open. All she felt was cold and fear. Her hairs stood on edge and her body trembled nonstop.
She could see two sets of boots standing there in front of her, the two people who had dragged her there by the hair and thrown her to the ground.
"The boss is not around. Let’s have some fun with her," one said. He sounded young. Her body trembled when she heard those words. She tried to move, but her body refused to yield.
"Haha, that’s true. Look at her body. A slave like her was given such a body. For sure, it is for us to use," the second agreed and grabbed her by the hair. He pulled hard and lifted her up. She screamed. It did nothing.
He tossed her against the wall and then, right there, they took turns with her, laughing as they made use of her body while she cried there.
When they were done, they left her a ruined mess on the floor.
As the flash of memories ended, Violet’s eyes snapped open.
"Haha, hahahahaha," she began to laugh while they held her hair.
"What the fuck is wrong with her? Has she gone mad?" the one who was approaching asked.
The man who held her hair yanked on it hard to force her to stop, but her laugh continued and then, after a few seconds, finally stopped.
"I’m sure you lot would look sexy burnt."
As soon as she said that, the arrow on her hand reappeared, but this time it stretched all the way up to her shoulder and her back, creating a glow around her.
"What the fuck are you doing? Stop!" the man barked, but before he could utter another word, a blast of flames erupted from her back and slammed into him, throwing him back and stunning the rest. There was no way they could have reacted so fast.
She turned around and walked to the man who was hurled back. Then she grabbed him by the hair and raised him from the ground.
"Do you boys want to hear something?" she asked, and then immediately a flame erupted from her hands, burning the man from head to toe as he screamed from the bottom of his lungs.
"I find it very sexy when a man who can dish out pain can take it as well."
She dropped the burnt body of the man to the ground and then spread her hands apart. freёwebnoѵel.com
"I want to see, can you lot manage to make me feel hot?"
The moment she said that, multiple flame arrows formed in the air above her, all pointing at the henchmen.
They all looked up and, as they saw it, they knew that their time was limited. They turned heel and all started running. She smiled and unleashed the flame arrows. They ripped through the air and stabbed through each and every one that was left alive, burning them into crisps in seconds. Their screams were the last sounds that left their bodies.
After she was done, she staggered. She grabbed a tree and slid down, leaning her back against it.
"Seems I’m out. Tch, I hope William is doing fine. I’m sure he can take down Belezer," she muttered and closed her eyes.
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"You see what happens when you choose to stand against me, little prince of crimson?" Belezer asked as he looked at William. He watched as the blood poured from his chest and William struggled to breathe.
"Your fight was a good one, but now it’s over. I’ll take the witch and your head to hand over to your family."
"Who said, cough, my fight was over?" William managed to speak, and then he placed his hands on the blade. "This is just the beginning."
His eyes suddenly turned crimson red, and from the wound where he bled, a crimson flame erupted. It started to spread fast and cover his entire body, a flame so hot it melted the sword that was in his chest and began melting even his own armor.
Belezer looked at this and immediately knew what it was.
"The Crimson Flame Blood Art. Tch, I thought you didn’t know that, bastard," he cursed.
"I am the fourth son of the great Roswell Crimson. The arts of my family run through my blood," William said.
"Tch." frёeωebɳovel.com
Belezer clicked his tongue and rose to his feet. He immediately tried to run away.
William gripped his sword and took a stance. His entire body erupted in flames. He was like a small sun in the middle of the forest.
"Shit, I have to get away faster," Belezer said. He tried to harness his own fake flames and use them to propel himself, but the moment his flames came out, they were absorbed by William’s flames.
This stunned Belezer. He turned and looked right at William.
"Die, vermin!" William roared as he went for the slash.
A massive blast of crimson flames ripped through the entire forest, so massive and loud that more than a hundred trees in that direction were reduced to ashes in an instant.
