Sigh... I gave you all the love, all the money, all the care... and this is what you did for me, my cute wife?
Grankell's voice dripped with venomous mockery, each word coated in poison as he tightened his grip on a woman's head. She knelt naked on the cold floor, her pregnant belly weighing heavily on her trembling frame. Tears streamed down her face in endless rivers as she tried desperately to push him away, but her strength was nothing compared to his massive body. Her muffled sounds of protest were lost in the cruel act, swallowed by his sick laughter.
"AGH! MMFF! OOGG! MUFF!"
"Oh, no need to speak. Just keep sucking," he said with a sick grin, his fingers tangling cruelly in her hair. He yanked her head forward, forcing her deeper into his dick. "Maybe this is your last chance to taste your man's dick."
Grankell didn't mind her struggles. In fact, he seemed to enjoy them. Each weak attempt to pull away only made his grip tighter, his breathing becoming ragged with twisted satisfaction. He watched her with eyes full of dark amusement, savoring every moment of her humiliation.
"OOHH, NICE! Such a shame I have to throw you away. Well, I enjoyed you a lot over the years." His voice rose with perverse pleasure, growing louder with each passing second. "AHH! AHHH! AAAAA!!!"
He grabbed her head with both hands and finished inside her mouth with a guttural groan, then threw her face away as if she were nothing more than discarded trash.
"AGHH! COUGH! COUGH!"
The woman spat his seed onto the ground, coughing violently as her body shook with revulsion. Her entire frame trembled with exhaustion, skin drenched in sweat that made her body glisten under the dim light. Her limbs gave out completely, and she collapsed onto the floor in a heap. One hand instinctively moved to protect her swollen belly, cradling it with what little strength remained in her arms. Her eyes stared at it with a hollow gaze, completely lifeless... as if all hope had been drained from her soul and nothing remained but an empty shell.
"Stand up, woman," Grankell commanded coldly, grabbing a fistful of her hair and yanking her upward without mercy.
"AAA!" she screamed, scrambling to her feet hastily to ease the pain tearing at her scalp. Her legs barely supported her weight, shaking violently beneath her.
He seized her chin with brutal force and wrenched her face upward until her terrified eyes met his. Amusement twisted together with revulsion in his gaze as he studied her tear-stained face.
"Do you seriously believe you could get away with anything while stuffing your face with my food?" His voice was ice cold, each word sharp enough to cut.
His palm landed on her swollen belly, giving it slow pats. Each one wrapped in fake tenderness that made her stomach turn. His voice oozed venom with every syllable.
"Feeding your husband's secrets to outsiders… when that belly carries my son. Shameless. Disgusting. Can't even fulfill the simplest duty of a wife."
He shook his head with theatrical sorrow, his lips curling into a sneer. "Father was right…... All women are nothing but bitches in heat."
His fingers lingered on her stomach, stroking the curve slowly as if he owned every inch of her body. A slow twisted sick grin split his face.
"I hope the worthless dogs I send manage to slaughter a few of those Queen's people… give my dear future wife... my precious Queen... a nice, sharp heartache. Kekekekke!"
The woman stood rigid, paralyzed by fear. Her hands shook violently at her sides, fingers trembling uncontrollably. Her jaw locked so hard her teeth creaked under the pressure, pain spiking through bone. Yet no sound escaped her lips. Only a frantic, soundless scream looped inside her skull, repeating over and over:
I'm sorry, Queen. I'm sorry! I didn't know... I swear I didn't know! Please… trust me… don't abandon us here! Please save us... please! At least save my sisters… we girls didn't know anything! I'm begging you, Queen… don't leave us to him… please…
"What? Speak up, my beautiful wife!"
Grankell's voice climbed into mocking singsong as his hand slid upward from her belly. His fingers clamped around her bare breast without warning. He squeezed it with a hard grip. Twisting just enough to make pain lance through her entire chest.
"AK!"
A sharp, involuntary gasp tore from her throat before she could stop it.
"It's because of you that people are going to die." His tone turned venomous, each word giving her a reality check of what she has done. "If you hadn't slipped them that pathetic little list of abandoned shitholes, they'd still be breathing right now. Happy playing the hero, are you satisfied my dear wife?"
Hearing this, her heart finally shattered into pieces.
Despite the humiliating spread of her legs, despite the cold air on her exposed skin, despite everything... she found courage buried deep within herself. With red-rimmed, tear-soaked eyes locked onto his, she spoke with all the strength she had left.
"One day," she rasped, her voice trembling but forged in steel, "YOU WILL BE PUNISHED FOR WHAT YOU'VE DONE TO US!!!!!"
For a heartbeat Grankell simply stared at her in silence. Then his head snapped back and a wild, barking laugh exploded out of him.
"HAHAHAHA! Yes... yes! I will be punished! Oh, for sure! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!"
The sound ricocheted off the walls, filling every corner of the room with madness.
Then the laughter died as if sliced off with a knife. His face darkened instantly, eyes narrowing to dangerous slits. Without warning his hand flashed forward and clamped around her throat with crushing force.
Fingers crushed inward, cutting off all air.
"AGHH—KAA—KKCC—CCOO—TTAA—"
She clawed at his wrist desperately, nails raking uselessly against his skin. Her legs kicked weakly beneath her as air turned to fire in her lungs. Her face bloated crimson, swelling grotesquely. Veins stood out in her temples, pulsing wildly. The edges of her vision frayed black, darkness creeping inward.
"Kekek…" He leaned in until their noses nearly touched, his voice dropping to a guttural purr that sent chills down her spine. "You really think anyone in this city can lay a finger on me?"
His grip tightened another fraction, squeezing the last remnants of air from her throat.
"HAHAHA! I AM THE FUCKING LEADER OF THE RICHEST ROCK!! NO ONE TOUCHES A SINGLE HAIR ON MY HEAD... EVEN IF THEY DREAM OF IT THEY CAN'T!!!!!! BECAUSE THIS CITY STANDS BECAUSE OF MEEEEE!!!!! THIS CITY RUNS BECAUSE OF MEEEE!!!!! THIS CITY PEOPLE CAN LIVE A EASY LIFE BECAUSE OF MEEEEE!!!!!! I AM THE REASON MY QUEEN!! MY MALINA!!! MY WOMEN!!! MY WIFE!!! CAN LIVE PEACEFULLY IN HER GRAND PALACE!"
His breath washed hot and sour across her lips, reeking of alcohol and rotting confidence.
"BUT DESPITE ALL THE THINGS I HAVE DONE... YOU WOMEN'S CAN'T SEEM TO BE GRATEFUL. ALWAYS TRYING TO HURT ME. PLENTY OF WOMEN LIKE YOU TRIED TO STAB ME IN THE BACK. EVERY LAST ONE OF THEM TASTED THE SAME THING IN THE END."
His eyes gleamed with sick pleasure.
"MY FUCKING DICK IN THEIR FILTHY CUNTS."
His free hand plunged crudely between her thighs without hesitation. Fingers forced their way inside her vagina, his movement was very rough making the pregnant woman give a choked cry of pain and shame from her lips. She wanted to scream, to fight back, but her body refused to obey. All she could do was endure.
He yanked his hand free from her neck in the same instant. She crumpled forward immediately, gasping desperately for air. Violent coughing wracked her body as she fought to drag oxygen back into her burning lungs. Her arms trembled beneath her, barely holding her upright.
But Grankell was far from done.
He seized her shoulders in a bruising grip and spun her around with ruthless force. She resisted instinctively, her body twisting against his monstrous strength, but it was useless. He bent her over without mercy, shoving her face-down onto the bed, and drove into her from behind.
THACCCP! THACCPPPP! THACCCPPPP! THAAACCCPPPPP!
The wet, obscene slap of flesh against flesh echoed through the room. Each thrust drove the breath away from her lungs. Her arms shook violently as she tried to brace herself against the bed, fingers scrabbling desperately at the warm beddings beneath her. Silent tears streamed down her cheeks, mixing with sweat and spit, dripping onto the fabric below.
SLLAAPP! SLLAAPP! SSLLAPPP!
Grankell fisted her hair and wrenched her head back so hard the roots screamed in protest. Strands nearly ripped free from her scalp entirely. Each brutal slap across her ass landed with devastating force, skin splitting open instantly. Welts rose across her flesh and blood began to bead along the broken skin, clotting in ugly smears. She could do nothing but grit her teeth until her jaw ached, enduring every second, praying desperately for the nightmare to end.
"HAHAHA! GLARE ALL YOU WANT, YOU WORTHLESS BITCH!" His voice cracked with manic glee, thick with the intoxication of absolute power. "I'LL KILL YOU... AND EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU WHO DARES ACT LIKE YOU'RE ANYTHING MORE THAN CUNTS! EVEN THAT NEW WOMAN WHO HELPED YOU GET THAT FREAKING LAST NAME!!!! KEKEKKEKEKEKE! SUCH FUCKING DARING BITCH!!"
He slammed into her harder, his rhythm savage and unforgiving.
"JUST WAIT A FEW DAYS! WHEN THIS CITY BELONGS TO ME, I'LL SLAUGHTER EVERY LAST ONE OF YOU BITCHES AFTER MY SONS ARE BORN... AND I'LL MAKE YOUR NEWBORNS WATCH WHILE I SHOW THEM EXACTLY WHAT KIND OF WHORE THEIR MOTHER REALLY WAS! HAHAHAHA!"
THAP! THAP! THAP! THAP! THAP!
Her body rocked helplessly with each punishing thrust, breasts swaying beneath her, belly hanging heavy. But inside, her mind had fled somewhere distant. Somewhere numb. Somewhere untouchable where his cruelty couldn't reach.
One trembling hand slid instinctively to cradle her swollen stomach, shielding the life inside as best she could. Through the blur of tears and pain, her lips moved in a faint, broken murmur. A prayer. Barely audible. Desperate. Fierce in its quiet way.
"Please… God. Please hear us."
Her voice was a frayed whisper, trembling beneath the storm of Grankell's laughter and the wet, brutal rhythm still pounding into her body from behind.
"Save us from this devil. Your daughters have been trapped in this hell for so many years. We're losing ourselves... our names, our faces, our souls. My children… I don't even recognize them anymore. We're nothing to them but vessels, tools, wombs… never human to begin with."
Her voice cracked under the weight of her grief, nearly swallowed by the violence surrounding her. Yet it kept rising from her throat. Pleading with everything she had left.
"Our sisters are breaking. One by one. They can't take it anymore. Tell me, God... what did we do wrong? Was it a sin to want to save our families? Was it a crime to be this desperate?"
Tears poured unchecked down her face, carving clean tracks through the grime and sweat coating her cheeks. Her prayer grew hotter, more ragged, more desperate with every word.
"I prayed to You every day. Every night. I begged for a sign, for light, for mercy. Why haven't You shown us the way out? Please… let us live. Let us escape this place. Let us be free of this monster. I'm begging You... and so are my sisters, trapped right beside me. Please, God. Help us. Just once… PLEASE HELP US!!!"
The final plea shattered into raw, heaving sobs. Her fractured spirit hung by a thread, bleeding from its cores and spilling into a hopeful plea….. The world seem devoid of any light but not yet extinguished. Somewhere deep inside she still clung to a faint, flickering hope. A dream of air that didn't taste of fear. Of days when she and her sisters could simply breathe without chains binding them.
For one suspended heartbeat, silence swallowed everything inside her mind. Only the echo of her own prayer reverberated through the emptiness ignoring the relentless sound and pain from behind.
Then...
TAK! TAK!
A sharp, authoritative knock sliced through the room.
Everything froze.
Grankell's laughter choked off mid-breath. His hips stilled instantly. The obscene slapping ceased. Even her broken prayer stuttered and died on her lips.
The air turned thick, charged with a millisecond mystery on who was behind the door.
"Leader," came a voice from the other side of the heavy door. "I have some news. Can I come in?"
The silence that followed was heavier than any violence that had come before.
"Hmm... Sveindis? Sure, come inside."
Grankell released the pregnant woman immediately, and she collapsed onto the bed in a heap. Her body curled inward protectively, instinctively shielding her belly. She sobbed quietly into the bedding, her lips moving again in silent prayer. Her spirit barely clung to hope.
CREAAKK.
The door opened slowly with a long groan of old hinges. Sveindis stepped inside with measured steps. Her eyes briefly flickered toward Grankell, who was pulling his pants back on with casual indifference. His shirt was a mess, hanging loose and disheveled. His hair stuck out at odd angles. But there was a satisfied wide content smile plastered across his face, like the expression of a predator who'd just finished a meal and was savoring the aftertaste.
Sveindis's gaze lingered on him for a moment before she noticed the fully broken and fully naked woman on the bed, crying her hearts out in soft sobbing sound. Her jaw tightened slightly, muscles tensing beneath her skin. But she said nothing. Not a single word in support for her.
"Sveindis, I didn't expect you to make a mistake." Grankell's voice turned sharp instantly, cutting through the room. His eyes narrowed dangerously as he stared at her. "How the hell did those names get out? Even though it won't be a problem for me, yet you still failed to do something simple." He stepped closer, his massive frame towering over her smaller form. "I wanted those tunnels to remain hidden from everyone. Maybe the work there would've been useful to us in the future. It wasn't an important place, but it still generated me quite a profit! This shouldn't have happened. I have lost quite a bit of profit because of that!"
His glare was piercing cold, sending shiver down her spine.
"Sorry, Leader!" Sveindis bowed deeply, her body bending at the waist in submission. Her voice remained steady but tension laced every syllable. "This Sveindis didn't know how it was discovered, despite making sure it was hidden deeply."
Grankell moved forward slowly, his huge body casting a shadow over her bowed form. He reached out with surprising gentleness and raised her face with his hand. His palm rested against her cheek giving her the warmth of his hand that slapped the pregnant woman continuously.
"You making a mistake at a crucial time... I don't like it." His voice softened slightly, though the threat still lingered beneath the surface. "I'll forgive you since this was your first mistake in such a long time serving me." His thumb traced her cheekbone slowly and almost tenderly. "Is everything going smoothly with our main thing?"
He gazed into her eyes with intensity, his hand warm against her face. Sveindis felt her breath hitch slightly in her throat.
"Yes, Leader. Don't worry... everything has been done. You can rest assured." She placed her hand over his, pressing his palm more firmly against her cheek. Her breathing grew heavier with each passing second. "Trust me. I will never do anything that harms you."
"Hmm. I know. Good job." He nodded approvingly, satisfaction flickering in his eyes. "And is there any news regarding the people who went to check on our so-called secret location?"
"Both of the people we sent to them died without killing anyone. Only heavy injuries were reported to Queen's people," Sveindis answered without showing any emotions on her face. Her expression remained fully blank telling everything to him with complete professionalism.
"Hmmmm.... Such useless experiments." Grankell shrugged dismissively, waving his hand as if swatting away an annoying insect. "Well, they were just meant as a distraction to keep those stupid people busy. Whatever... they were of no use. Forget it." He released her face and walked toward the window, gazing out at the remaining crowd scattered below. The meeting had ended, but people still lingered in small groups, talking amongst themselves.
"Princess Natalia… daughter of my sweet Malina." His voice dipped lower, almost fond in tone. Yet it was rotten with filth underneath. "She looked exactly like her mother did back then... same fire in those eyes, same stubborn blaze burning inside. Natalia inherited every vicious spark from her mother. And it seems she's already picked herself a fine, upright family man who has a good house under his belt, with good reputation in Crown circle… kekkehehe."
His smile widened with dark amusement, twisting his features.
"It's a shame he isn't affiliated with us, but I'm sure they will be in the future... when I take Queen's place and her body. Heheh." Grankell laughed evilly, his voice dripping with absolute confidence.
Behind him, Sveindis clenched her fists tightly at her sides. Her nails dug into her palms hard enough to leave crescent marks. She forced herself to calm down, taking slow breaths before speaking.
"About that... it seems Queen is calling for another meeting with the 5th and 4th rock people together."
"Huh? Malina is calling another meeting?" Grankell turned around sharply, and his laughter erupted once more. "HAHAHA! This is good news! HAHAHA! Finally, I can see some desperation in Malina's eyes! Her daughter was useless in swinging people's favor toward her, and now Malina is desperate! Kekek! Just a few days more, and I will have you, MY QUEEN!"
He clenched his fist in anticipation, his entire body trembling with twisted triumph. His eyes gleamed with hunger.
"But she's not leading the meeting. Someone else is leading it," Sveindis added carefully, watching his reaction closely.
Grankell's smile faded slightly, and he glanced back at her with a sharp gaze. Suspicion crept into his expression.
"Who?"
"Someone called Master Zack," she replied evenly.
There was a brief silence as their gazes locked together.
"And WHO THE FUCK IS THIS MASTER ZACK?!" Grankell demanded, turning around fully. He stopped his observation of the people outside, giving Sveindis his full attention.
"A friend of Natalia. They've been together for a long time," Sveindis explained, her voice calm despite his rising anger.
Grankell stared at her for a moment in silence. Then burst into laughter again.
"Kekek! Using a useless boy as a front? Fine, fine. I'll enjoy the show." He waved dismissively, as if the entire thing was beneath his concern. "Spread the news: A DESPERATE QUEEN IS TRYING TO SAVE HER FACE! HAHAHA!"
His loud unhinged laughter echoed through the room, bouncing off the walls, filling every corner with madness.
THAP!
Suddenly, Sveindis stepped forward and pressed her forehead against his chest. She sighed deeply, her shoulders sagging with visible exhaustion. The weight of years seemed to settle on her all at once.
"I'm tired, Grankell," she said softly, her voice containing her honest feeling.
Grankell stopped laughing immediately and looked down at her. He raised his hand slowly, hesitantly, as if to pat her head in comfort. But stopped midway. Instead, he grabbed her shoulders and gently pushed her back, creating distance between them. His reluctant touch was careful not to touch too much of her.
"Don't worry. Everything is going to be okay." His voice was strangely gentle, though his eyes betrayed deep sadness. "After achieving what I want, I'll give you whatever you want... any land, any amount of money, anything."
He tried to laugh it off, forcing the sound from his throat. But the sadness in his eyes didn't fade. It remained there etching itself into him.
Sveindis looked up at him, her eyes searching his face deeply. Studying every line, every shadow, every flicker of emotion.
"You know what I want." Her voice was quiet but firm, cutting through the space between them. "If you can't become mine, then I... sigh... forget it. I'm leaving."
She turned around abruptly and walked toward the door. Her movements were stiff, mechanical. Her gaze briefly flickered to the pregnant woman still crying on the bed, curled up in a broken heap. For a moment, Sveindis's eyes lingered on her. Filled with something unreadable. Something complex and tangled. Then she walked away in a daze, her mind clearly elsewhere.
Grankell stood alone in the room. The light from the window couldn't fully reach him, leaving one side of his massive body cloaked in complete darkness. Shadows swallowed half his figure, dividing him perfectly down the middle. He stood there silently, unmoving for few minutes.
"Women are bitches. Don't love them. Women are bitches. Don't love them. Women are bitches. Don't love them..."
He muttered the words over and over under his breath like a broken mantra. His voice hollow and distant, as if speaking from somewhere far away. He stood there for what felt like an eternity, repeating those words endlessly. Then finally walked away without even glancing at the pregnant woman.
Now only her broken prayers echoed in the room. Filling the silence with desperate, quiet pleas that seemed to reach toward some distant heaven.
"Please, God... Please, God... Please, God... Please, God..."
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Do You Believe In God?
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