Chapter 215 alt

"Bring the body parts," Lyssandra commanded, her gaze sweeping over two of her maids who stood nearby, clad in scandalously skimpy outfits that left little to the imagination.

The maids, once timid and terrified of the monsters, now moved with methodical ease, their expressions calm. They gathered up Evelyn's severed limbs and torso, though their movements were slightly hampered by the cumbersome loads.

As the duo carried the grisly cargo across the arena floor, Lyssandra noticed the reaction of the surrounding monsters. Goblins, wolves, even a few slimes, stared unabashedly, their eyes wide with crude lust, tracking the maids' every movement. Their gazes lingered on exposed flesh, the curve of a hip, the swell of breasts. Guttural sounds of appreciation and desire rumbled through the crowd.

Lyssandra smirked, her own eyes narrowing possessively.

'Such lascivious gazes,' she thought with dark amusement. 'But they are all mine. My property. Let them look. Let them lust. But no one touches what's mine.'

Evelyn's head, dangling under Lyssandra's grip by its white hair, bounced slightly while they walked. Its eyes rolled wildly in their sockets before settling on Lyssandra's face.

"My Goddesssssss!!!!!" she shrieked, voice echoing unnaturally. "I thought you were already outside the dungeon! Why did you come back so soon? Did you miss me?"

"That was just my clone outside," Lyssandra replied dismissively, her tone bored. "I came back because you lot can't be trusted to behave without supervision."

"Oh, what you did was AMAZING!" Evelyn gushed, her voice rising in pitch with manic excitement. "Just a few words and you shut that motherfucker Red Death bandit down! I wish you'd let me finish him off! Those bastards…"

Evelyn's tirade was cut short when Lyssandra brought the head up to eye level, her piercing gaze locking onto the rolling dark orbs.

"Shut your trap," Lyssandra commanded, her voice sharp. "I know you have a grudge against those thugs because of what they did to you. But that old geezer is an important piece I can use in the future. You will do nothing to him. You hear?"

Evelyn's mouth opened to protest, but Lyssandra didn't give her a chance. With a dismissive flick of her wrist, she sent the head sailing through the air.

It arced across the breeding room and landed with wet splash onto the thick layer of viscous white cum covering the pool. The head bobbed briefly before slowly sinking into milky depths, bubbles rising to surface around it.

Lyssandra turned her attention to the two maids, who still held Evelyn's dismembered torso and limbs. "What about you two?" she asked, voice deceptively casual. "Don't you want him dead too?"

The maids exchanged nervous glances. One shifted uncomfortably under the weight of the torso, avoiding Lyssandra's gaze.

"Actually…" the first maid began hesitantly, "…he didn't do anything to us."

"Or to the other slaves," the second added quickly. "When he was with the Red Death Bandits, he never participated. He just… stood guard, mostly."

Lyssandra raised an eyebrow in surprise. "Is that so? Why?"

"He didn't care," the first maid offered with a slight shrug. "He never showed any interest in what went on in the hellhole. He just kept to himself, I guess."

"Maybe he has personal problems," the second maid interjected. "I don't know what, but he was always quiet. Angry, but not at us."

Lyssandra pondered this for a moment, tapping fingers against her lips. 'Interesting. Somehow the old man still held back some secrets, secrets I might yet need to pry loose... again'

Lyssandra glanced at the maids. Her voice dropped into sultry purr. "Doesn't matter for now." She stepped closer. "Anyway, the things I'm about to do might not be suitable for weak-hearted or virgin eyes. So, you two might want to go away…"

She paused, letting the weight of her words sink in. Then, she lowered her voice to husky whisper, dripping with innuendo. "…or stay and watch. Your choice."

The two maids paled. Their wide eyes flickered between the Mistress and the churning pool of white seed nearby. Nervousness warred with morbid curiosity and deeply ingrained fear. They shuddered, exchanging panicked glances.

They was still standing rigid at their place.

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