Mated to the Mad Lord-Chapter 159: Thrusting isn’t easy

Cain didn’t even need to turn to look at who it was, easily identifying the person from the sound of his steps.

"Frank!" Cain uttered, not surprised to see Frank instantly move to close the distance between them, falling on his knee right in front of the cell to greet Cain.

"Lord Cain!"

"I’m sure I said I didn’t want to be disturbed!" Cain said to him even before his knee touched the ground. Frank lowered his head a bit more as he responded in a respectful tone.

"I met Violet at the door! She was looking for you, so I brought her!" But he had just finished speaking when he felt the intensity of Cain’s gaze as he turned to look at him. fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com

"You brought her here?" Cain asked in a tone that almost rhymed with, "Are you stupid?" But even then, Frank didn’t so much as flinch, immediately responding in the same respectful tone.

"I didn’t bring her in! I made her wait outside! I can take her back to your wing if that is your command!" Frank responded, saying something he would very much like to do since it also meant he could attend to other matters that didn’t require him to stay in the basement.

But he was still waiting for the order when he saw Cain shake his head, instead giving him a completely different order than the one he expected to hear. "Bring her in!" Regardless, Frank nodded as he got back on his feet, turning around to do just as he was ordered without any hesitation.

Back in the cell, Bajón continued to kneel, not daring to look back at the bodies of his cellmates and fellow guards, knowing he might be next, even as he waited patiently for Cain’s lover, confident that once she arrived, he would be spared.

Howie, on the other hand, shook the most in fear—utterly terrified by what he had just heard.

’I removed her eyes. Normal humans would take at least a week to recover!’ Howie thought, knowing that the exception was witches, werewolves, and Reds. But the thought had just occurred to him when he realized that Cain’s lover was a woman and a witch, unlike the man he pretended to be.

’Fuck!’ he internally swore, beginning to sweat and panic, lowering his head as he realized his end was definitely not far away if he were identified.

It didn’t take long before multiple footsteps echoed across the silent corridor, and Violet slowly moved forward. She had been there before, but even she hadn’t been to the exact part Frank led her to as she looked around, taking it all in.

It smelled damp, but otherwise, the odor wasn’t so bad. She was even relieved to see that all the cells she passed were completely empty and seemed to have been that way for a while.

’This isn’t so bad! There’s no reason for him to imprison anyone!’ Violet thought as she moved closer to Cain, whom she could see standing in front of an open cell. She knew he sensed her presence, but regardless, he refused to look directly at her, which only made her walk faster, curious to see exactly who he had chained up in the cell.

Her heart thumped faster the closer she came, already having an inkling of who it was even before she looked into the cell and focused her gaze on him. Her hands instinctively turned into fists by her side the second she laid her eyes on him, recalling all she had gone through and how he had been the one to torture her—not stopping even as she screamed for him to.

"I’m guessing that’s him!" Cain said in a tone almost akin to a whisper as he stood beside Violet, who didn’t immediately respond but seemed lost in a world of her own—a world Cain had no intention of leaving her in. He bent down to open the box beside him, pulling out a very thin blade before closing it back with a heavy thud that was enough to jolt Violet awake as he turned to look at her.

By then, Cain had already stretched out the knife toward her to take, even as she sent him a questioning look—one that seemed to ask a million questions, her hands going to her throat where her band was missing, communicating her inability to speak.

Cain understood, a slow smile immediately crawling onto his face. He reached forward to grab her palm before putting the blade in it, wrapping her fingers around it as he moved to stand behind her, whispering into her ear, one hand on her waist and the other around her wrist as he gently pushed her forward into the cell.

"I’ll hold your hand while you go ahead and show him why he shouldn’t go around hurting people!" Cain whispered, his voice low and deep in a way that gave her goosebumps.

It wasn’t his voice that made her shiver but the firm way he held her hand so much that she couldn’t even move it without his agreement. From the air around Cain, it was clear he had already made up his mind to kill him.

Violet wasn’t a saint! She wanted the guard in front of her to suffer every bit of pain he had inflicted on her. The thing was... she just couldn’t bring herself to stab another human. Cain continued to push her forward until she stood in front of the kneeling guard, her hands trembling, though it barely showed as Cain continued to hold her up and grip her hand even firmer.

"As much as I’ll like him dead... I’d prefer that you take his eyes first, then his finger... I’ll do the rest!" Cain whispered into her ear a second time. But Violet was already vigorously shaking her head. Frank was there, along with another guard, and she didn’t dare speak lest she reveal her gender and give Cain another reason to commit murder. She continued to shake her head, trying to jerk her hand away, only to fail.

’I shouldn’t have come!’ she thought, turning around to meet Cain’s eyes without speaking, communicating her unwillingness to do what he wanted, only to watch Cain’s gaze darken with anger—an anger that seemed directed at her.

"He cut out both your eyes... sliced your finger off... and would have killed you... and you can’t even stab him?" A confused look crossed his face, alongside a boiling fury that Violet could understand. She turned back to the kneeling man, who had a blank expression on his face where she had expected guilt.

Not once had he opened his mouth to offer an apology. He even looked like he was simply waiting to die a peaceful death. The more she looked, the more her hands shook, but this time, it wasn’t from fear—it was anger.

’I—I can’t kill him!’ she wanted to say, even as she vigorously shook her head, only to hear Cain move slightly away from her until he stood right beside her, watching from the side.

"I’m not asking you to kill him... I’m asking you to do exactly what he did to you!" Cain responded, his tone laced with a tinge of annoyance. Her hands trembled, her fingers curled around the blade, but she didn’t move closer to stab him.

A moment of silence passed—one that seemed to stretch until the only sound that could be heard was Howie’s somewhat ragged breathing as he knelt there, waiting for death to come.

In his mind, he was even prepared to move closer to her to ensure she killed him faster before Cain decided to do it on her behalf, having accepted that there was no way he could survive, no matter how much he wanted to.

But Violet, still staring at the man in front of her, imagined the worst things happening to him. At the same time, she couldn’t bring herself to stab him in the eye, the thought alone making nausea rise in her chest.

Shaking her head, Violet was just about to drop the knife when she suddenly felt Cain move, dashing to the left. Her mouth dropped open as she watched him lift the other prisoner, who had also been on his knees, into the air.

He was a huge man, yet Cain didn’t seem to struggle as he placed his hands around the man’s neck, holding him upright by his neck while his other hand hovered over his eye.

"Who knows! Maybe the trauma you experienced has affected you! For all you know, he could also be a culprit, seeing as you can’t seem to use the knife in your hands," Cain said with a nasty look in his eyes, conveying his vexation.

"...I’ll rip his eyes out! Maybe... it will jog your memory!" Violet heard him say, realizing he was willing to hurt an innocent person if she allowed the guilty one to go free.

Biting her lip hard until she drew blood, her fingers tightened around the blade, her eyes closing shut as she thrust the blade forward, her entire body trembling in fear and shock as she heard a loud squelch followed by screams