Mated to the Mad Lord-Chapter 133: Fighting back?

As much as they disliked each other and didn’t try too hard not to show it, the second Howie handed Reddrick a box to carry, he immediately took it without a word of complaint, as they both walked side by side and headed toward the stable where they had kept the woman.

Howie was the one to unlock the door while Reddrick looked around and paid attention to their environment to ensure that there was no one close by enough to see what they were doing or up to. The second they were done, they both stepped in right before Howie closed the door behind them. Reddrick already speaking as they moved closer to where Violet lay on the ground unmoving.

"...What if she’s dead? It’s not like you bandaged her hand after you cut off her finger!" Reddrick spoke out loud with visible concern in his voice. He still had every intention of fucking her, and the last thing he wanted to see was a dead corpse.

"...or worse, dying!" he spat out with a clearly annoyed look as he squatted right beside her to turn her over and on her back while doing his best to ignore just how badly the place stunk, aware that it was the smell that would keep others from being aware of the smell of the person they hid there.

Slowly, Reddrick pushed at her body, satisfied to hear her steady heartbeat even as he was still curious enough to see her face, worried by how hard her heart thumped, almost like it was having difficulty pumping blood. But he had just pushed her body to do so when unexpectedly he felt her leap up and straight at him. Reddrick would have stopped her, but he couldn’t help but smirk in arrogance as he wondered what the powerless witch could do.

’Punch him?’ he wondered, about to grab her around the waist and teach her a lesson, but only to freeze as he felt something sharp dig right into his shoulder. It was surprising, and by the time he recovered, Violet was just digging the knife out to aim higher at his neck, which she had unfortunately missed.

Violet hadn’t eaten for hours, and her body felt weak, but her vigor was heightened just at the thought of her missing finger, which had rotted on the floor beside her and could never again be reattached. Her main target had been Howie, but Reddrick was closer, and she refused to take any chances.

"Fucking die!!!" she screamed at him, moving as fast as she could to stab him in the neck, only to feel a heavy force hit her from the side and send her straight to the floor, which she hit with a heavy and painful thump that threw all the breath out of her lungs.

"Fucking bitch!" Reddrick screamed right back at her even as Howie stepped forward to pick up the knife that had flown out of her hands a second after she hit the floor.

"She fucking stabbed me!" he screamed with renewed anger, even as Violet grinned as she coughed loudly, ignoring the pain that shot through her right arm, which she had fallen on, and the blood streaming down her nose. The wound was deep, and just the thought that it would take a while to heal was enough for Violet to smile.

’If I’m going to die here, then I might as well do as I like!’ she swore. At first, she had hoped to be rescued, but quickly the hope had turned into despair and right after was anger that bubbled out of the depths of her stomach. Anger at her parents, without whom she would never have had to be in Cain’s mansion in the first place, and anger at Cain himself... regret at having been called his Lover, which wasn’t even something she had any right to be called.

But most of all, she was angry at herself and her foolishness and the choices she had made... if she had stayed away from Cain, made excuses not to become his servant, she would have lived an ordinary life as a servant, and after the year was done, she would have been free.

She was angry, and she fumed, and the only delight she got was when she heard Reddrick fume even louder as he screamed at her, trying to get closer to her, only for Howie to stand in front of her and block him from getting to her.

"She fucking stabbed me! She stabbed me!" Reddrick screamed even as Howie glared at him, trying to shut him up. "Keep your voice down!"

"She could have killed me!" Reddrick snapped, and out of frustration, Howie snapped even louder until he had Reddrick’s attention. "If she killed you, then you deserve to die!" Howie snapped at him with visible anger on his face, glad to see Reddrick finally calm down.

"If you shout any louder... I’ll kill you myself!" Howie added in a voice that showed that he meant every word and eyes that promised bloody murder. Yes! The stable was smelly enough to cover all smells, but in no way was it thick enough to prevent their voices from being heard.

"We have even less time than before! We do what we came to do and write a letter for where her body can be found!" Howie told him, anger brimming beneath the surface of his eyes as he turned around to pick up the box that Reddrick had discarded on the floor.

The stables were well-lit by the rays of the sun through the high windows present in the old wooden building, which meant that although the door was closed, it still allowed them to get more than enough light.

But Howie had just opened the box when he heard Violet begin to speak to Reddrick in a tone filled with arrogance and pride. "You whine like a baby!" Violet snapped at him. "Like a fucking child that needs his hand to be held by his mother while—" but she didn’t get to finish as Reddrick dashed forward and slapped her across the face hard. Howie had just turned around to stop him, only to relax when he noticed that it had simply been a subtle slap, even if it was enough to bruise the entire left side of her face.

Howie didn’t care as he simply went ahead to push the box closer to where she lay on the ground, glad that the ropes that tied her legs and arms had been replaced with chains, or she might have been able to cut them off like she had done with the band around her mouth.

Violet was still thinking of more insults when her gaze suddenly slid over to Howie, about to insult him too, when her eyes finally landed on the box Howie slid closer to her, her heart skipping a beat at the sight of the various knives and solutions in the box that made fear seep into every core of her being and made her almost tremble, only to hear different words slowly come out of her mouth as she raised her head and looked at Howie straight in the eye with a wide smirk on her face, her eyes almost empty.

"If you’re going to kill me, just do it!" Her voice was low and almost devoid of any emotion as she relaxed her entire body and laid completely on the ground, refusing to beg for her life.

Yet the fear only doubled when she heard Howie’s response as he picked up a thin blade out of the box and walked closer to her, with a gentle expression on his face as he spoke.

"I won’t! But before I’m done... you’ll wish I did!"