Beatrice - Chapter 6 – Marking a Pleasure Slave (1)

Chapter 6 – Marking a Pleasure Slave (1)

“Hahaha! I’ll check it out later though. First, I need to do something else. Please excuse me, my lady.” When Leo said that, the onlookers assumed he was going to leave but instead of releasing her from his grasp, he gripped Chloe’s bodice and ripped it apart.

Chloe, now exposed, covered her chest as much as she could with her hands as she glared at Leo out of anger and humiliation.

“My princess, or should I call, my slave?” He sniggered then continued, “Special slaves are branded with a seal. Did you know that?”

As he uttered these sardonic words, Leo slowly walked over to the blazing fire. His gestures were slow and lazy on purpose, just like a lion’s while hunting its prey.

The man dragged out an iron skewer at a leisurely place from among the firewood, the glowing, hot color of which seemed to burn in her eyes. Leo looked at Chloe with a predatory gaze, as if she was ripe fruit ready to be plucked.

Their eyes met.

The corner of Leo’s mouth curled up into a smile. Fear surged through Chloe as she noticed the genuineness of his cruel smile.

The crazy knight was actually intending to brand her with a hot iron bar!

Leo picked up the iron bar and walked over to Chloe, the bar scraping the floor behind him. With each step, Chloe’s heart seemed to plunge even more.

He stared right into her eyes, causing Chloe’s pupils to dilate as the fear coursing through her amplified. She unconsciously started crawling backwards as he approached slowly. Her mouth dropped open, however, she was too afraid to let out a sound.

Please don’t come any nearer!

As she backed away, a small rock jutting out the ground obstructed her way, causing her to collapse on her back. However, she didn’t feel anything, not even pain.

After all, little prickles of pain were nothing compared to the horrific sight Leo approaching her with a burning hot iron rod.

It was her first time being subjected to such horror. Even during her time as a slave in El Pasa, she never experienced such a thing.

The knights looked at the spectacle in front of them with the most excited look on their faces while the maids shivered in the corner of the dungeon, trying their best to avert their eyes.

Chloe, who was once again crawling away from Leo, felt the hard surface of a wall thump against her back. Despair washed over her like an icy wave as she realized there was no escape out of the situation.

Suddenly, the wall behind her spoke up.

“Leo, enough. War slaves belong to the imperial palace until they’re assigned to a territory or knight. No matter, you can’t just brand them as a sex slave without permission.

The ‘wall’ turned out to be Evan. Instead of being shocked by Evan’s presence, however, Chloe was more fixated on what he had just said.

He was going to brand her as his pleasure slave?

El Pasa did not have any distinction in their slaves. As a former slave, she was never branded as one either. In these terms, El Pasa, compared to the Nosteros Empire, was quite lenient to its slaves.

Unfortunately, the Nosteros Empire didn’t believe in mercy.

Since Nosteros was notorious for waging wars, they came up with extremely strict slave laws in order to deal with the people from the countries they conquered. It was barbaric but it made the noble’s job of managing the slave so much easier.

If that mark had been seared on her body, she would have been turned into a plaything for every man in that place.

“Well, that’s no fun!”

Unexpectedly, Leo threw away the rod without any objection. Although, he did look at Evan with discontent as he folded his arms.

“Just let me take her.” He paused, then raked his meaningful gaze over her face, “I wonder what those lips can do.”

Chloe turned her head away at Leo’s words. Each word from his vulgar mouth made her feel disgusted. She looked towards Evan in hopes of being rescued, however, Evan held no interest in Chloe and answered Leo without any care in the world.

“No. If you wait for a bit longer, you’ll be assigned a slave soon enough, so just let this one go for now.” Evan refused, familiar with the nature of the man before him.

Leo leered at Chloe with a smack of his lips. Her whole body was on edge because of his lecherous gaze. His eyes were blazing with lust but he held back with a regretful lick of his lips.

He bent down next to her hand and smiled as he grasped her chin, pulling her face close to him. His nauseating breath fanned her face as he harshly patted her cheek, almost as if slapping her.

“You hear him, right? We just have to wait for a while.”

Chloe couldn’t reply to his frightening words. His touch was hurting her yet she could do nothing but try and avoid his gaze in order to not provoke him anymore.

Leo looked down at her doll-like figure, which seemed lifeless due to the lack of resistance she put up. Her shivering form was quite cute but a dull opponent who didn’t let out any scream or resist anything was no fun.

With a sudden jerk, he grabbed her long hair and pulled her ear close to his lips. A terrifying sensation ran down her spine as she heard his voice whisper into her ears.

“I’m into rebellious women, Royal Lady. So, don’t be so docile.”

As soon as he said this, Chloe’s mouth moved almost instinctively.

“Please, don’t do this to me…!”

Listening to her terrified voice, Leo chuckled softly. “And I think you’ll scream quite well.”Just as he uttered these words, Leo bit down on her ear, hard.

“Argh!” Chloe let out a loud scream. At the same time, he kicked her with all his strength, however, Chloe’s ears hurt much more than her body. His bite definitely must have left behind a mark. She held up her hand to her ear, there was no blood but it felt like it was going to fall off at any moment.

“Haha!”

Tears streamed down her face as Chloe watched the barbarous man turn his back towards her with a boisterous laugh.

She finally realized her position as a ‘war slave’. After experiencing this, she started to wonder whether it really was better to survive. Now. all she could do was hope that tomorrow would never come for her. Thus, she collapsed, unable to shake off the fear from the traumatic experience she just underwent.