Chapter 193
“Ugh!”
It was unbearable. The sensation of something foreign, lifeless and artificial, pressing inside her was nauseating and repulsive.
Even when she clenched her muscles, trying to force it out, it was useless. The tighter she squeezed, the more the rough texture scraped against her inner walls, making the intrusion even more agonizing.
When it was pushed in so deeply that it nearly pressed against her cervix, a wave of nausea rolled through her.
Macy trembled violently, her entire body wracked with pain, yet the maid remained expressionless. She continued to move the wooden model in and out of Macy’s entrance with a steady rhythm.
“Mmmph—ha, stop! Please, stop! I’m begging you, please—!”
Her desperate screams echoed off the bathroom ceiling, but no one answered. Macy sobbed helplessly at the sheer terror as she endured the torture.
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Afterward, they bathed her and carried her to a bedroom.
The room was dimly lit, with only a few candles flickering against the damp, oppressive air, casting an eerie gloom over the space.
“Please… at least tell me where I am. Hic… Why are you doing this to me?”
Even after moving her, they remained silent. They gave her no clothes, simply sitting her down on the bed before fastening cold iron shackles around her ankles.
Macy, pale as a sheet and trembling uncontrollably, shouted,
“What is this?! Who ordered you to do this to me?!”
Before long, they left, and another figure entered.
The light from the doorway didn’t reach him, but she could tell he was tall.
Was he the one who had brought her here?
As the man stepped closer, his face slowly came into view.
“Eren…?”
Eren sat down beside her, gently stroking her damp hair. He was dressed comfortably, just as he had been at the cabin.
“Eren… where are we? Where are my clothes? And why am I… why am I shackled like this? The maids… they did something to me. They put something inside me—”
Her voice broke as she clutched onto his arm, sobbing. The terror she had held back crashed over her the moment she saw a familiar face.
“The cabin burned down, so we moved. That place was falling apart anyway—it’s for the best.”
His tone was calm as he cupped her cheek. He wiped her tears away before continuing,
“Your clothes were useless, so I had them thrown away. The shackles—well, you won’t be needing to go anywhere anymore, so I had those put on too. What else did you ask? Ah, you said the maids did something to you.”
His gaze drifted downward her raw and damp body.
“That wasn’t something ‘strange.’ They were just following my orders.”
“…What?”
“I told them to. To clean every part of you properly.”
What did he just say? Macy sat frozen, unable to speak. He made it even worse.
And then—memories started to return.
‘I was supposed to meet Prince Benedict, but I fell asleep in the carriage… By the time I arrived at Halain Mountain, the sun was already up… and then—I saw the cabin engulfed in flames…’
And from within those raging flames, Eren emerged. He told her that he had set the fire himself.
At first, he had held her as if to comfort her. Then, suddenly, a sharp pain struck the back of her neck, and Macy lost consciousness.
‘So… Eren was the one who knocked me out?’
As her sluggish thoughts pieced themselves together, her heavy eyelids slowly lifted. Eren clarified things himself, as if guiding her to understand.
“I found it disgusting to have something tainted with another man’s filthy s***n inside my mansion. So I had them clean you up.”
“You’re mistaken! I haven’t been with anyone!”
“Still have the energy to run your mouth.”
“Ngh—!”
Eren’s expression darkened instantly. He reached for her and seized her throat in a merciless grip.
“Who told you that you were allowed to talk back? Do you still not understand the situation.”
His voice was chilling like ice. His grip tightened, threatening to snap her fragile neck. Macy clawed at his wrist.
“E-Eren, w-wait—!”
No matter how hard she scratched, how much she struggled, his grip wouldn’t budge.
Her head spun from the lack of oxygen. The pressure built up in her skull as if it were about to burst.
Just as her vision began to blur, he finally let go.
“Cough—! Haa, haah—! Cough, cough!”
“You’re going to stay here and serve as nothing more than a tool for the name treatment. I should have done this to you from the beginning. I was too lenient with you. What was it about you?”
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