Transmigration: The Tyrant General Can Hear My Thoughts-Chapter 59 - Fifty Eight

The room became completely quiet. The only sound was the heavy, shaky breathing of the remaining gang members. They all stared down at the heavy wooden beam that had just crushed their friend.

The bald leader blinked his small, cruel eyes. He was shocked. His heart beat very fast in his thick chest. He looked at the broken ropes swinging from the ceiling, and then he looked down at the dead man on the floor.

He could not believe what had just happened. But he was the leader. He could not show fear in front of his men. He had to act tough and in control. He forced himself to take a deep breath and ignore the strange timing of the accident.

The leader turned to the rest of the gang. He waved his thick hand carelessly toward the crushed body.

"Take him out," the leader commanded loudly. His voice was rough. He pointed his finger at the ceiling. "The wood in this old tavern must have been really bad for it to fall off like that. The roof is completely rotten. Drag his body out the back door."

Two of the gang members quickly stepped forward. They looked nervous, but they obeyed. They grabbed their dead friend by the boots and slowly dragged him out of the room, leaving a long trail of dust behind them.

Camilla watched them drag the body away. She did not say a word. She just nodded her head slowly. She kept her face completely blank, but inside, she was very pleased with her work.

The bald leader turned his massive body back to Camilla. He looked at her simple grey tunic and her beautiful red hair. His shock over the falling beam was quickly replaced by a dark, greedy lust. He had forgotten all about the accident. He was focused entirely on his new prize.

"Since you are not with the money," the leader said. He took a heavy step toward her. His scarred face twisted into a highly disgusting, ugly smile. "Then the only way to pay is with your body."

Camilla looked him right in the eye. Her eyes were completely cold and empty of any human emotion.

She replied smoothly, her voice completely calm. "Okay. As long as you don’t regret it."

The leader paused for a tiny second. Her calm answer confused him. Why was she agreeing so easily? Why was she not fighting? He quickly decided that she was simply a weak noble girl who had accepted her terrible fate. He thought she was too scared to fight back.

The leader turned his head. He signaled to two of the men standing nearby with a sharp wave of his hand.

"Take her to the inner room," the leader ordered them. He pointed toward a small, dark doorway at the back of the tavern.

The two large, dirty men smiled cruel smiles. They stepped forward, reaching their rough hands out to grab Camilla’s arms and drag her away.

As they came toward her, Camilla raised her right hand in the air. She held her small palm up, palm facing outward, in a firm, commanding gesture to stop them.

The gesture was so full of natural authority that the two large men actually stopped walking. They looked at her raised hand, suddenly feeling like they were receiving an order from a strict master.

"Don’t touch me. I’ll go by myself," Camilla said firmly. Her voice was sharp and clear. She lowered her hand and looked at the man on her left. "Lead the way."

The gang member blinked in surprise. He looked back at his leader, who just nodded his bald head. The man turned around and began walking toward the dark inner room, keeping a careful eye on the strange, fearless young woman walking right behind him. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

On the floor, Zade was watching everything.

His heart shattered into a million pieces. He saw his older sister agreeing to go into a dark room with these terrible monsters. He thought she was sacrificing herself to save his life. He felt completely, utterly useless. He was a lord, a man, and a brother, but he was tied to the floor like a helpless dog while his sister walked to her doom.

Zade thrashed wildly against his ropes. He pulled his arms so hard that fresh blood began to run down his wrists, dripping onto the dirty wooden floor.

"What kind of a man bullies a woman?" Zade shouted at the top of his lungs. His voice cracked with pure, desperate anger and deep emotional pain.

He glared at the bald leader with eyes full of burning fire. He wanted to break free and tear the man’s throat out with his bare teeth.

"This has nothing to do with her!" Zade screamed, pulling his bound legs against the heavy ropes. "Come at me if you dare! Fight me, you coward! Leave her alone!"

The bald leader stopped watching Camilla walk away. He slowly turned his heavy body and walked over to where Zade and Austin were tied together.

The leader looked down at Zade’s angry, bruised face. The leader did not look threatened. He just looked highly annoyed by the loud noise.

The leader slowly reached down. He pinched Zade’s chin between his thick, dirty thumb and strong index finger.

He gave Zade’s chin a very hard, painful tap. It was a sharp, humiliating strike that snapped Zade’s head back slightly.

"Wait until I’m done playing with your sister," the leader whispered cruelly. His foul breath washed over Zade’s face. "When I am finished having my fun in that room, I will come back out here and deal with you. I will make sure you suffer for every single word you just said."

The leader let go of Zade’s chin. He stood up straight and looked down at his remaining men standing near the door.

"Gag him," the leader ordered, pointing a thick finger at Zade’s face. "He is making a lot of noise. It is ruining my good mood."

One of the men quickly stepped forward. He pulled a dirty, oil-stained rag from his pocket. He knelt down next to Zade.

"You bastard!!!" Zade shouted with all his remaining strength, his eyes wide with terror for his sister. "You will pay for this! I will kill you! You will..."

His desperate words were cut off completely.

The gang member violently shoved the dirty, foul-tasting rag directly into Zade’s open mouth. He pulled the ends of the cloth tightly behind Zade’s head and tied a hard knot.