Portrait of An Arrogant Master - Chapter 200

“You’d rather I force it down your throat?”

“……”

His brows furrowed in displeasure.

It was baffling why he cared so much about what happened inside Macy’s stomach when he hadn’t even come inside her.

Even if she had swallowed his c*m, it wouldn’t get her pregnant. There was no need for contraceptives slipped into her food.

Besides, realistically, after sucking a man like that and swallowing his s***n, how could she possibly have an appetite?

“What, are you planning to starve yourself to death?”

That wasn’t her intention, but now that he mentioned it, it didn’t sound like a bad idea. Macy burned his words into her mind as she moved away. Who knew if he’d force-feed her again like last time? For now, she had to obey.

Crouching under the table, she took a spoonful of the long-cold soup.

“Ugh… Ghk—”

But the moment she swallowed, nausea surged. Clamping a hand over her mouth, she bolted to the bathroom.

She retched onto the tiles, vomiting up what little she had eaten. Streaked across the floor was far more s***n—swallowed five times over—than the single sip of soup.

Tears splashed into the murky fluid. It was pathetic. Miserable.

To think she had grown accustomed to being praised for being nothing more than a tool to relieve his desire. Treated worse than livestock, yet unable to muster even the smallest rebellion.

This is a dream. She wanted to believe it was just a dream.

She never imagined the man who might have loved her could change so suddenly like this. He might do even worse things in the future without hesitation.

Macy became afraid of what lay ahead. She didn’t want to be disappointed by him anymore.

Should she just die like this? Her gaze naturally shifted toward the silver candlestick on the nightstand next to the bath. The candle that had been placed in the candlestick had melted away, leaving only the sharp wick behind.

If she died, this nightmare would vanish like bubbles.

If she died, she could see her beloved mother and father again. After all, her life had been nothing but a pitiful existence, crawling along in misery.

If she ended it, she’d finally find the peaceful rest she longed for. A sweet voice echoed in her mind.

She approached the nightstand, almost in a trance, and was about to reach for the silver candlestick.

“Are you trying to die?”

A cold voice caught her attention. Eren was standing by the door, silently watching her.

“Stay away!”

Macy quickly grabbed the candlestick and pressed it to her neck. If she had been braver, she would have aimed the candlestick at Eren, but that was impossible for her.

She still couldn’t believe that Eren had done this to her. It all felt like a terrible nightmare.

“If you move even a little… I’ll stab myself.”

Her voice was weak, fragile, incapable of even killing an ant, but Macy was serious. Her trembling hand, if it slipped even slightly, could pierce her delicate skin as the candlestick was so close to her throat.

“Do as you wish.”

Macy had spoken in a threatening tone without even realizing it, fearing that Eren might try to take the candlestick from her. But Eren didn’t seem to have any intention of stopping her.

“But think about the people left behind. If you die, won’t your friends be sad?”

When the word “friends” was mentioned, Macy’s pupils dilated. Eren’s mood had shifted, and it felt ominous.

“Ah. Anna Rose might not be able to bear the grief and end her own life too. Honestly, it’s a miracle she wasn’t sold into a brothel because of her brother’s gambling debt and her sick mother’s medicine bills. With the death of her close friend on top of everything, it wouldn’t be surprising if she suddenly decided to take her own life.”

“What… what are you talking about?”

“Hills runs a shop at the Senew market, and Kieran’s house is at 89 Leon Street, right? They both wander around in poorly-patrolled areas at night. If they happen to meet a bad-tempered thug that day and lose their lives, people would believe it without a second thought.”

“What are you saying?! What are you planning to do to my friends?!”

“If you don’t want to see your friends unjustly sent to their graves because of their bad choices in friends, stop doing unnecessary things.”

With the hand that was trembling uncontrollably, Macy finally let go of the silver candlestick. The sharp, ear-piercing clatter of it falling echoed like a scream.

Without lifting a finger, Eren made the weapon fall from her hand. A wave of helplessness washed over Macy, feeling powerless to do anything.

Collapsing as if her strength had left her, Macy buried her face in her hands, sobbing.

“Why are you doing this to my friends… What did they do wrong… How could you do this? Eren, you’re not like this. You’re not a cruel person like this… Huh, sob…”