Mated to the Mad Lord-Chapter 160: Guts to kill

She stumbled back in shock and fear the second she opened her eyes and saw so much blood. Shocked to realize that she had actually stabbed the guard in the eye, her mouth hung open as she continued to step back with an aghast look on her face.

"This isn’t what I asked, but it should be good enough!" she heard Cain say as he stepped forward towards the screaming guard and pulled the blade out of his eye without any hesitation in his movements.

Violet was still trembling as she heard the screams tear out of the cell, threatening to grow louder as the guard screamed even more from the pain. Cain, however, continued to speak.

"You should take his finger, and you should be—" But Violet couldn’t take it any longer. She stumbled completely out of the cell, both hands over her mouth, trying to prevent herself from throwing up whatever she had eaten as she realized what she had done.

She wanted to speak but knew better than to do so with so many people around. Watching Cain with the bloody blade in his hands, she saw him turn to look directly at her, his eyes focused completely on her face as he spoke.

He still wore the same confused and annoyed expression he had shown before. "He removed your eyes... Has the memory of what he did to you been wiped from your mind?" he asked. Instantly, Violet squinted her eyes, her expression growing much colder as she recalled all that had been done to her, realizing that, given enough time, he would have slit her throat. fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm

’Why should I pity him? Why shouldn’t his blood cover and fill the ground at my feet? He... he deserves worse than this!’ Violet thought as her expression suddenly darkened. She stepped forward, ignoring the smirk on Cain’s face, and grabbed the blade in his hand without looking at him, her focus solely on the guard kneeling, chained down with his hands covering his eyes.

’I just need to cut his finger, right?’ she thought to herself as she squared her shoulders, her eyes fierce, prepared to do it. She wasn’t a violent person, but the more she looked at the guard, the more she realized he deserved nothing but the worst kind of pain.

Her fingers tightened against the blade as she prepared to plunge it into his hand, unsure if she could do more than that, only to feel strong, familiar arms wrap around her waist at the same time, holding the blade as she lifted it to strike.

She had just raised it, about to stab the guard’s hand, when she suddenly felt Cain’s grip around her wrist tighten and change direction. She watched in horror as her own hands stabbed the guard right through the neck.

Her hands were trembling, her mouth devoid of words as she struggled to process the scene before her. Then she felt him tighten his fingers around hers before she could drop the knife, lunging the blade right through the guard’s heart as all she could do was watch.

Cain whispered in her ear as she shook in horror from head to toe. The specks of blood that had splattered from the wounds on the guard’s neck and heart felt like pinpricks on her face, leaving her frozen.

"I would have killed him for you, but why should I? You needed to do it yourself!" he whispered into her ear, his head brushing against hers as he leaned his body closer to hers and planted a kiss against the back of her neck.

It was so soft that Violet, lost in her own turmoil, didn’t even notice it until Cain grabbed her face and made her look at him. He planted a kiss right on her lips as he spoke to her.

"He needed to die! You might not remember, but you had nightmares about him! Now that you’ve killed him, you’ll feel better!" Cain said in a soft tone. A frown slowly spread across his face as he noticed that Violet continued to look at him with a lost expression, as if she couldn’t even see him.

Angry! He lowered his head and kissed her again, hard—hard enough to taste blood as he pulled her into his body, ignoring the remaining guard in the cell and Frank, who still stood outside.

Feeling the way he crushed his lips against hers, Violet’s first thought was to push him away, still horrified by what she had—what he had made her do. The blood from the dead man still clung to her in a way that made her want to rip strips of her skin off just to get rid of it, but Cain didn’t care. He deepened the kiss, his tongue wrapping around hers.

Angry! Violet bit his tongue, furious at the way he continued even when she refused to return it. She grew even angrier when, instead of stopping, she felt him smile against her lips. His hands slowly slid under her shirt, and he leaned into her in a way that allowed her to feel the exact shape of the bulge between his legs.

It was at that moment Cain pulled away, looking at her with slightly bloodied lips and a faint smile as he spoke, knowing she couldn’t respond. Grabbing her jaw, his hand wrapped around her neck.

"You should only look at me," he told her, but just as he pulled back, Violet’s gaze caught the fresh corpse. She remembered stabbing it, and she could see clearly that Cain had finished him off not long ago.

Instantly, she retched and bolted out of the cell, flying past Cain without a word. She ran right past Frank, too, as she left the basement. Her lungs struggled to breathe, and tears filled her eyes.

She just wanted to torture him! The thought that she had stabbed someone through the chest and killed them made it hard for her to breathe. She ran straight to Cain’s wing, heading into the room where she had woken up before locking the door behind her.

Too many emotions spiraled through her chest, but the strongest among them was disgust—disgust toward herself and, most of all, toward Cain, who had forced her to do such a thing.

Still leaning against the door, she jumped when she felt a heavy knock. She didn’t even need to open it to know who it was. The knowledge scared her as she realized it might be because of whatever bond they shared.

She wanted to ignore it, but the knocking came again. This time, she unlocked the door and pulled it open, allowing Cain to walk in. His body was bloodier than before, making her realize he had taken his time killing the remaining guard before coming after her.

Quietly, Violet slammed the door closed before turning around to look at him with a cold gaze, shocked to see Cain staring at her with an even colder expression. His anger was clear in the way his fists clenched and unclenched, his arms folded across his chest.

Violet, if she hadn’t been so angry, might have known better than to escalate the situation. But at that moment, she was too furious to care.

"You killed that man!" Violet yelled at him, only to hear Cain chuckle. He shook his head with a cruel smile on his face.

"The blade was in your hand! You killed him!" he retorted, anger boiling within him as he failed to understand why Violet would feel even a shred of pity for someone who had done so much to her.

It made him mad—madder than he had ever been. Cain wasn’t even sure why. His anger slowly morphed into rage as he recalled the disgusted way she had looked at him after he kissed her.

It infuriated him enough that his heart thumped harder in his chest than usual.