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The Gentle Maiden and Five Lustful Brothers-Chapter 114: Come out Come out Where ever you are
Chapter 114: Come out Come out Where ever you are
The man with a bomb stood in the middle of the room. He had an all too calm demeanor for a man strapped to a bomb.
"Come out, come out, I know you’re in here. Show yourselves or I’ll blow this whole place up with everyone in it." He yelled loudly.
The people in the mall were crying silently. Huddled together and holding in their sobs. Obeying the commands of the mad men in the middle of the room. They were deathly afraid of the man, of what he was capable of.
The bodyguard gripped their guns, unsure if they should shoot him, they would survive the blast of the bomb, but they wouldn’t survive Ash’s wrath if Violet were to get injured. Violet looked to them and pushed the thought into their minds, ’Don’t you dare, there are children and innocents, I don’t want another massacre on our hands.’
The three girls had themselves close to the ground and the bodyguards had their guns pointed at the man.
"Rosa, what do we do? Those bullets won’t kill us, but they’ll hurt really bad." Violet whimpered.
"Hey, that’s what I have you for, to take away my pain after I’ve been shot." Rosa joked lightly. Rosa thought about how it would feel to be shot, how bad it would hurt. She’s never had any real pain exposure before.
She rose to her feet and yelled "Hey now, let’s calm down and think about this for a second." She raised her hands to show she had no weapons.
The man pointed his gun at Rosa and yelled "Get down and shut the fuck up."
Rosa was reluctant to listen, but in the end she sat back down.
Violet looked to her two friends and said, "Let me try something."
Before either of them could stop her she stood up.
Her soft graceful appearance oddly put the man at ease, even lowering his gun. He was mesmerized by her.
"Hi, maybe I can help?" She took slow deliberate steps, she was so light on her feet, it almost looked like she was hovering above the ground.
Almost as if snapping out of a trans, his anger began to simmer again. "You’re a vampire, aren’t you?" He asked.
Cleverly she avoided a direct answer and said instead "Look, I have no fangs and if you’d like you can touch my skin and feel it’s warmth, I am not like the cold-blooded vampires, I am warm blooded.
"Bullshit if I let you close, you’ll just kill me." He swallowed hard.
"No, I am not a violent woman, and you’re the one with a gun. I’m a small pregnant woman. And look, I don’t have fangs." Violet said opening her mouth to show her pearly whites with no fangs.
The man started question whether to agree or not when Ash appeared in and instant. He stood inches from his feet.
"You asked for a Vampire. How about the King?" He growled low and deep, a warning that sent shivers down the man’s spine. He trembled holding his gun, frozen in fear he couldn’t even move, he was just stuck staring into Ash’s glowing crimson eyes.
Ash grabbed the man by his chin and lifted him from the ground, the man dropped his gun and in an instant Ash was gone with man.
Everyone looked confused and anxious. How could a man move so fast. Violet, Rosa, and Arya just looked at one another in bewilderment. ’How did Ash know?’ ’Where did he go?’
Ash had taken the man to a field a mile away from the mall, throwing the man on the ground.
"You fucked with the wrong mall on the wrong day, you jeopardized the safety of my wife and Queen and my daughter, who were minding their own business, and you just had to come along and interrupt their fun." Ash said.
"I... I... I..." the man muttered stumbling over his words.
"What didn’t expect to catch sight of the King of Night?" Ash growled "You think you can just threaten my people and get away?" Ash kicked the man across the field.
"Why don’t you blow yourself up and try and take out the King of Vampires? What do you not want to die?" Ash sarcastically asked the man.
A scream of agony left the man. "What you’ve got nothing to say now?" Ash kicked the man again, and he skid across the field, creating a ditch as he slid.
The man was doubled over on the ground, curling his knees inward to protect his stomach, he whimpered from the pain of Ash breaking his ribs with the force from his kicks.
"Please..." the man begged blood spurting from his mouth as he coughed..
"You didn’t think of the innocent women and children in that mall. What that was like for them, what right do you have to beg for mercy?" Ash chuckled "Do I look merciful to you?"
Ash grabbed the man by his wrist, the man reached up to grab Ash’s arm. Ash slammed his foot on the man’s arm. "Oh my god, fuck, this hurts." The cried hysterically.
Ash lifted his smile, his expression had something unhinged and sinister, before the man could process what was happening, Ash snapped a finger, the crack of the bone breaking rang in the man’s ear, he howled from the pain.
"Please, sir, please... the man sobbed as he pleaded, his eyes red and puffy.
"How pathetic can someone be to grovel like this while wearing a bomb. Why don’t you just blow us up? Is it even a real bomb?" Ash mocked the man.
Taking another finger and snapping it. At this point the man was a mess his limbs sprawled, his body broken and bleeding.
"Would you have stopped if a woman with a child begged? You would have killed my wife, my gentle kind and loving wife. The only part of me with humanity truly comes from her. If you had taken her, I’d have taken you to my brother’s white room. There were a lot of clever devices designed to inflict pain. My brother was sick fuck. I’d do worse than anything you could ever imagine." Ash whispered in the man’s ear.
The man grimaced "No please I’ll do anything!"
"You filth, you’re disgusting." Ash snapped his wrist so hard the bone was sticking out, blood sprayed from the open veins. The man was close to fainting from the pain, but Ash slapped his face a few times. "Wake up bastard, I’m not done." But the man couldn’t hear him, his ribs and fingers were broken.
"Pity." Ash annoyed at how easily to guy fainted, how little pain he could manage. Ash snapped his neck, putting the man out of his misery.