021 CAUGHT BY A PERVERTED SEX CULT

021 CAUGHT BY A PERVERTED SEX CULT

Leo nodded, but something felt off about the woman.

As she poured the drink, he noticed the unusually strong aroma of the wine. He had been to the Bagnio la Pleasure many times before, but tonight the air felt different, tense.

He glanced at Emerald, noticing her clear discomfort at the job.

"There's something different about you," Leo said, eyeing her with curiosity. "If I didn't know better, I'd think you were a noblewoman in disguise."

She let out a short laugh, though there was a hint of bitterness in it.

"Being a noblewoman? That's more of a cage than a life. Here, I choose my own path."

Leo shifted in his seat, intrigued. "And Dassa? What's your connection with her?"

"Dassa?" Emerald said, pouring another glass of wine for Leo. "She's my best pupil."

He paused, raising an eyebrow. "Pupil? What exactly did you teach her?"

Emerald smiled enigmatically, swirling the wine in her glass. "Many things. Perhaps I'll show you later."

As Leo took another sip, he suddenly felt the room start to spin, the wine was stronger than anything he'd had before. His vision blurred, and he leaned forward, clutching the table for support.

"What… what is this wine? Poison?"

Emerald stepped closer, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "This isn't poison, it's a potent wine, found only in the secret basements of the more expensive brothels—strong enough to bring a horse to its knees. It's the secret the girls use to deal with unruly bastards."

"Damn it," Leo muttered under his breath, "I didn't expect anyone to spike my drink. Where the hell is Kasshyek when I need him?"

He attempted to stand, but his legs buckled, sending him careening back into his chair.

"Why are you doing this?" he demanded, his voice quivering.

Emerald leaned in, her lips curling into a seductive smile.

"I'm giving you what you crave—a night you'll never forget."

"If all you want is to fuck with me, just say it. No need to lace my drink," Leo shot back, trying to regain his composure.

"Fuck with you? I'm a virgin, and my chastity isn't meant for mere mortals. I am Lusifar' bride. Besides, I doubt you could perform," she teased.

"Who told you that?" he replied defiantly.

"Dassa, of course," she answered, her tone mocking.

"Dassa? Why would she discuss something like this with you?" he asked, confusion furrowing his brow.

"Not just me. She shared her experience with you with dozens of women, demonstrating your… shortcomings through a mind meld," she explained.

"Mind meld? Who are you people, Vulcans?" he asked incredulously.

"Vulcans? I don't know what that is. We are the Roses of the Order," she said, her admission sending a chill down Leo's spine.

"Is Dassa a Rose too?" he inquired, suspicion creeping in.

"Yes, and an incompetent one at that. She was supposed to claim your… essence, but she failed," Emerald replied.

"She was trying to take my essence? What essence? Anything she wants I'd have given it to her willingly," he countered, frustration boiling within him.

"It's not that kind of taking. Your essence is to be part of a sacred ritual, a sacrifice for our master," she clarified.

"What the hell? Are you an evil cult?" he demanded, incredulous.

"You could call us that," she replied with a nonchalant shrug.

"Why do you need my essence?" he pressed, his curiosity mingling with dread.

"There is a part in every man that contains the essence of his fertility the strongest of magic. Coupled with his blood, when it is erect is the most potent sacrifice. Every demonic cult understands that", she explained.

"Erm… you can find other ways to farm for magic. Leave my essence out of it, please," he pleaded.

"The Madame tends a garden of roses and a herd of unicorns. After we take your essence, you'll become one of her unicorns—your essence will serve as thorns for her roses, while you become our slave," she explained, a hint of pride in her voice.

"Fuck you. Is Dassa really doing this shit for you? What kind of fucked up cult is this?" Leo asked, anger flaring.

"Yes, she is one of us, but she couldn't succeed because you couldn't rise, without blood mixed in with your essence, you are useless," she stated bluntly.

A surge of anger and betrayal coursed through Leo. The Dassa he admired was a traitor, ensnaring him in her web of lies and danger. She was after his 'essence' all along.

"I can't believe this," he said, struggling to accept the truth.

"I can show you the truth through a mind meld of my own," Emerald offered, her eyes shimmering with a strange intensity as she projected her memories onto him.

Suddenly, Leo was engulfed by Emerald's visions. He found himself amidst a sea of women in a vast rose field although he couldn't see them clearly.

He only felt them by their emotions.

But Dassa he recognized clearly, not visibly but by her air and feel. She was at the center of the women, addressing them.

"I will show you that my chosen one's essence will not rise," she declared, her voice echoing in Leo's mind.

In that moment, Leo felt Dassa's hands on him, coaxing him, seeking arousal. She was projecting her experience to all the other women.

"This proves nothing!" he protested, his mind racing.

"My mind meld reveals more than mere emotions. See what Dassa carries on her," Emerald insisted.

His vision shifted, focusing on another emotion within Dassa. This wasn't lust or pleasure but an instinct to kill. Dassa was carrying a weapon under her garments—possibly a small, curved dagger.

"What's that dagger for?" he demanded.

Emerald produced a weapon which gave out the same feeling as Dassa's weapon, brandishing it before him.

"What is this damned bloody dagger?" he asked, dread creeping into his voice.

"This is the tool to extract your bloodied essence," she replied with unsettling calm.

"Damn this perverted sex cult!" he exclaimed. "What do you fucking want from me?"