Chapter 16: The Wrath of the Evil Queen

Naran looked at me with surprise and amusement in her eyes before turning to Viktor with a sly smirk on her lips.

"So you have slept together," she said slowly, triumphantly. "How delightful." She then walked towards us, her cold gaze never leaving my face as she continued. "So then, tell me the truth - did he do it out of pity or was it passionate? Was it the best night of your life?" She mocked me.

Defiantly, I answered Naran's question. "Yes," I said firmly. "It was extremely passionate, and it was the best night of my life." Viktor looked at me with astonishment and admiration in his eyes as I continued. "He even bit me while we were having sex," I added, feeling empowered by my own boldness.

I couldn't help but wonder if I said this to save Viktor and myself, or just to spite Naran so that she would know that Viktor and I were lovers. Whatever the case might have been, it was too late to retract my words.

Naran's face twisted in a demonic mask of anger and envy as I spoke. She let out a shrill screech of rage before lunging at me, her fingernails raking like claws against my skin. With one vicious slap, she released all of her hatred on me.

"You filthy whore!" She shouted.

My cheek stung from the force of her slap and my humiliation was so complete that I wanted to dissolve into nothingness.

Viktor, however, was not about to let her get away with this. He shouted out in defiance, exposing his fangs, and the rope tying him to the chair suddenly snapped apart. An explosion of energy erupted beneath the surface of his skin, and it felt like he was about to explode with super strength. It reminded me of the time he killed Eponine. He looked ready to tear apart anything that crossed his path. In a split second he was on his feet and charging towards Naran. But before he could reach her she had already used her telekinetic powers to restrain him again - this time with an invisible force field that seemed to be made of pure energy. Even at his full strength she managed to suppress his powers, I just couldn't believe what I witnessed.

Despite being completely unable to move, Viktor's furious expression remained unchanged and I could sense the waves of rage emanating from him. Queen Naran then stepped forward and ran her fingers through his hair before placing a gentle kiss on his lips. The sight of Viktor being kissed by Naran filled me with fury, and I wanted nothing more than to intervene and behead that horrible witch. But I was powerless against Naran's supernatural strength, so I could only watch helplessly as she continued to toy with him like a cat playing with its prey. Naran then grabbed Viktor's cock and twisted it in her hand, causing him to contort his face in pain. I screamed for her to stop but she only laughed in response. With a wave of her hand she then released him from the force field and placed him again on the chair. I tried to break free from the ropes but I wasn't strong enough. Tears welled up in my eyes as I softly muttered "Please... Please, stop...".

Suddenly, the sound of a door being opened echoed through the room. I looked up in surprise and saw Dario standing in the doorway. He was out of breath and there was an expression of worry on his face. He quickly ran over to Naran and said "I couldn't find Baba at the club, she left for the market."

Naran narrowed her eyes and smiled sarcastically. "It figures."

She then turned to Viktor and said "Don't worry, we'll find that traitor Baba later and interrogate her to determine whether she knew about your little whore."

Naran glanced at me before turning her attention back to Dario "You should get going," she commanded. "Take this bitch to a cell in Hel," she said. "She can await her trial there tomorrow."

"Yes my Queen," Dario replied with a bow.

I wanted to scream in protest, or beg for mercy, but my voice caught in my throat as I watched helplessly as Dario walked over to me and grabbed my arm. He began dragging me towards the door, but before he could take another step Viktor shouted at Naran.

"Please don't take her!," He pleaded desperately. "Take me instead, I'll do anything. Please, just let her go!"

Naran merely laughed at Viktor's desperate plea and said mockingly, "Ah, always the knight in shining armour." Her gaze then shifted back to Dario and she waved her hand to indicate that he should keep moving and take me away.

Viktor shook his head furiously and yelled at Naran with a despair I had never seen from him before,"I will never be able to forgive myself if something happens to her! Please, I'm begging you... Just let her go and take me instead! Lock me up in the dungeon or do whatever you want with me but please don't take Lucy away!"

He dropped to his knees as he spoke, grabbing Naran's hem dress. "I'll gladly give up my life if it'll satisfy you..." His voice trailed off as he looked up at Naran pleadingly. Her expression was of utter happiness.

Dario's grip on my arm tightened as he dragged me out of the room, but all I could do was look back at Viktor one last time. His eyes were filled with sorrow and pain as we parted.

Naran smirked at him, her own eyes filled with a scornful contempt. "Change my mind then," she said almost tenderly as she caressed his face.

The last thing I saw was Naran forcing Viktor to lay on the ground, then getting completely naked and mounting him, grabbing his erect cock. What was she going to do with him? Were they making love? No, it couldn't be... The tears in my eyes blurred the image until all I could see were two intermingling silhouettes illuminated by the candlelights. The door closed and Viktor produced a muffled scream.

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Dario ushered me out of the Red Moon Club and into a waiting carriage which would take us to Hel, the prison. Babel was as dark and eerie as usual. The hairs on my arm stood up as I looked around at the unfamiliar surroundings, my heart pounding with terror. Dario's gaze never left my naked body, his eyes filled with hunger as he watched my every move. He kept touching me against my will and despite how horrified I was, I couldn't help but feel a strange electricity whenever his cold hands grazed my skin. Under other circumstances, I might have found him appealing, but as things stood his touch made me shudder with disgust. I forced myself to remain silent, lest I provoked him further into doing something worse than just touching me inappropriately.

After a while, we arrived at an impressive tower, and something told me we had reached our destination. The tower was tall and ancient. The looming structure was made of white stone, cracked and crumbling in places.The thick walls rose so far into the cavernous sky above that they seemed to blend in with it.

Dario roughly shoved me out of the carriage, which quickly took off, and I clumsily regained my footing. My eyes adjusted to the dim, ethereal light –or lack thereof–and I peered around at the strange terrain. It was misty and the ground was nothing but a thick fog. The tower reeked like an old graveyard.

Dario kept prodding me and touching me inappropriately. His laughter echoed through the air, filled with a sinister delight. As we approached the tower gates a chill ran down my spine. What was going to happen to me? We entered through a small door beside the big gates and made our way down a narrow corridor lit only by flickering candles.

Dario pushed me further until we reached a large room with a spiral staircase in the middle. I shivered as I heard the faint cries of agony and despair coming from somewhere deep within.

We began to climb down, deeper and deeper into the murky depths of Hel. The walls were damp and covered in moss, while cobwebs blanketed every corner of the prison. With each step, my heart raced faster and faster as I imagined all sorts of horrible things that could happen to me here. The air was heavy with fear and dread, like a thick fog that threatened to suffocate me at any moment. I could feel my skin crawl with terror as I tried to shake off these thoughts and focus on finding a way out.

Dario seemed unfazed by this place; he kept looking around calmly as if he had been there before many times. We passed through dark, winding corridors filled with prisoners bound in chains or locked up in cages. It smelled of death and despair; a pungent aroma of mouldy stone, decayed flesh and sweat permeated the air.

In one corner, I saw a group of prisoners kneeling in prayer with shattered eyes filled with hopelessness, while others paced back and forth in their cells - some of them muttering silently to themselves or frantically scratching at the walls. My stomach churned at the sight of so much suffering, but Dario just kept walking without saying a word or showing any emotion whatsoever.

The walls seemed to be closing in around me until finally we arrived at my cell- an empty stone room with nothing but a cold cot and an iron door locked from outside. Dario pushed me into the cell, my naked body crashing to the ground.

I laid there for a moment, in shock, and my body quivered in anticipation as I felt his presence looming over me. Dario's powerful body pressed into mine as he sat on top of me and his hands firmly grasped my wrists. Our breath mingled as he devoured me with his gaze. I could feel his heart racing through his chest against mine as he looked at me with lust-filled eyes that traced every inch of my body from head to toe.

I felt powerless under him and I knew if I didn't act fast then something terrible would happen. Desperately needing air, I closed my eyes and focused all of my energy inwards, willing myself to fight back.