Chapter 3: Scouting
As much as I enjoyed adding souls to my collection, I had not come here for a bloodbath, but a kidnapping. This girl with her short robe hiked over her wide hips was not my target. The strength of the souls taken would affect the powers I gained from them, so, it probably wouldn't pay to feast on too many of these disposable weaklings.
That doesn't mean I can't have a little fun.
The girl was unconscious now, her gut rising and falling as her body struggled to survive. I walked over to her, raised my foot, and planted it on the handle of my stiletto. She awoke with a gasp. I used my heel to push the knife in just a little deeper.
"Gh-HAaah!" She gagged.
I didn't usually think of myself as a sadist, but then again, I wasn't usually sent to inflict harm on such sexy targets. Maybe I was learning something about myself today.
When I removed the pressure, her body jolted. Her back arched, thrusting her belly in the air, and finally shaking the robe free from her chest. She lay there exposed, white and gasping.
"This is your lucky day." I said, and knelt down over her. "I'm not going to kill you."
I heard her try to form words, "R . . .Really?"
"No," I said, then I grabbed her hair and pulled her up to my eye level. Looking into my eyes, she couldn't hold back tears. "But you'll have to ask me nicely, and you'll need to tell me something I can use against your mistress."
She just kept groaning, so I slapped her. She spit blood and cried. "I'd be a traitor . . ." She managed to spit out.
I pulled her hair hard, "Would you rather be a traitor or a blood mess?"
She squirmed, trying to shake off the pain from my slap.
"I can't hear you." I said, pulling her hair harder.
"HYuck! I said I'll be a traitor! I'll be your little traitor, just stop hurting me!"
"No promises." I said, smiling, enjoying her moans.
"My lady has three gems that amplify her power, the Glamorcrysts. Taking them off her will make her your bitch."
The phrasing told me there wouldn't be any lost love between these two.
"Where are they?" I asked, she shut her eyes and breathed slowly instead of answering, so I twisted the knife in her chest.
"ACK! Her earrings! Two in her earrings, the third in her bellybutton, a piercing."
"So I need to rip all those out."
"Yeah, rip those out."
"Okay," I said, calmly, then lifted her to her feet, pulling her long hair. I walked her over to the roaring fireplace, "Now you burn like a good witch."
"What? No! AH! I told you what you wanted! Please! I beg you please! I don't want to die!"
I held her there and let her scream and plead for a good minute, stroking her bare front with my fingers.
Finally, I whipped out my zweihander, and, with one quick slash, cut her hair off at the ears. My handle gone, she fell on her face, her ass in the air.
I kicked the butt, flattening her, then I knelt down and flipped her over.
I seized her collar and shook her, "You get to live, for now, but I can't promise I won't be back." I said, then, much to horror, I grasped the handle of my stiletto.
"Wait . . . W . . ." I yanked it out of her bobbing chest, unleashing a new stream of fresh blood. She turned totally pale and fell limp.
I left her, brutalized, beaten, exposed and sprawled out by the crackling fire.
Knife in hand, I stepped out of the study and Into the hall, and was immediately spotted.
"Stop, thief!"
This girl had a smokey sounding voice. She was a guard like the one I'd killed outside, dressed in a leather tunic, but this one had an even bigger gap in the middle, making look more like a swimsuit than tunic. She wasn't fat or anything, but she wasn't perfect trim either. She looked like she enjoyed sweets. Her legs were also bare. There were two little lumps pressed up against her chest by her tight breastplate. She had crossbow in hand, and her hair was a brown bob.
I quickly dodged behind a nearby statue, just as an arrow sailed in my direction.
No rest for the wicked. Huh?
