The Sand Bride - Chapter 69

“Haaah……! Ngh~~! Ah, aaaah……!”

As he continued to drive into her roughly while biting her nape, Esther threw her head back with a cry. Saliva dripped from her mouth, which she hadn’t even managed to close. Beneath Karzhen, who covered her body as if trapping her, she couldn’t move at all and had to accept his c**k splitting her open.

Every time the head of his d**k, thrusting in at a deep angle, pierced her sensitive inner walls, tears streamed down Esther’s face. The pleasure that crashed over her repeatedly tormented Esther as much as torture.

The movements became more intense. His c**k, pulled out completely and then slammed in at a completely different angle, gave her no chance to adjust. Esther cried uncontrollably beneath Karzhen.

Even as his hips moved, Karzhen spoke incessantly. Esther shook her head frantically, not understanding what Karzhen was saying as he roughly rammed into her and spoke.

Finally, Karzhen shut his mouth. In response, his movements became even more violent. Her back, having to support Karzhen’s weight, began to ache. But there was an even greater pleasure than that.

Within that pleasure that made her head feel like it was melting, Esther felt something slick spreading inside her belly, along with the sensation of the body trapping her from above stiffening and trembling violently.

As soon as Karzhen, having come, pulled out, Esther sprawled out with her legs spread wide.

As what had been blocking her hole disappeared, jism flowed from her p***y, which had already come four times even before the falsie was inserted. She twisted her body in a white-hot climax that felt like sparks flying, then lost consciousness in a vision that faded back to darkness.

“Ugh, ughh…….”

When Esther opened her eyes again, no one was around her. In the underground with no clock or even windows, she couldn’t tell how much time had passed. Only the falsie that had been ramming her p***y until just now lay rolling on the floor.

Silence filled the room, but it was only for a moment. Soon, the gruesome sounds coming from nearby overwhelmed the alone Esther. Men’s screams, women’s cries, pleas and curses, sounds she didn’t want to know, the sound of something bursting…….

When one of those sounds suddenly stopped, a chilling silence would descend again, or the voices of others would echo through the room. In those sounds, Esther sobbed, scratching at the stone floor. Now everything was over. Her father was dead, and her mother was dead.

Nothing was left for her now. It was truly the end. She would spend the rest of her life with her legs spread, receiving Karzhen until he grew tired of her, and when he did, she would be disposed of here. She couldn’t imagine anything else.

The head of the corpse nearby seemed to nod in agreement. Esther, predicting the day her own head would lie next to it, curled up and sobbed silently. A damp despair covered her naked body.

* * *

The news that Esther had been dragged from the inner palace to the basement of the West Tower spread quickly through the royal palace.

Digging deeper into the rumors, it was embellished that Sayar himself had grabbed her hair and dragged her like a dog, and if one inquired even more persistently, one could also hear that Esther had slapped Sayar’s cheek in front of the West Tower entrance.

So, the majority believed that Esther was living in the basement of the West Tower, enduring the most horrific tortures imaginable, and that Karzhen went down to the West Tower basement every day to watch the spectacle himself.

On the other hand, Hakan, having heard the rumors through his subordinates, slumped into his chair, his body drenched in sweat, like someone who had brilliantly completed a life-long endeavor.

“So…… that b***h is in the basement of the West Tower.”

“Yes. Sayar himself locked her away there, they say.”

“So…….”

I see… Hakan mumbled similar words several times. His face was as pale as someone who had suffered severe mental anguish for three days and nights.

The subordinate looked at Hakan with a troubled expression. The question of what he would do now filled his mouth, making it feel heavy. However, he likely didn’t utter it due to a long-ingrained sense of obedience.

Leaving behind the subordinate’s silence, Hakan gave a faint smile.

“I have done everything I could.”

A groan-like breath escaped from between his teeth.

“Now, all that’s left is to pray, I suppose.”

Having finished speaking, he stared at the West Tower, the tallest building in the royal palace.

The east palace of the inner palace was where Sayar’s private chambers were, and the west palace was where high-ranking foreign prisoners or others whose fates had not yet been decided were imprisoned; the infamous West Tower and its basement were located in that west palace.

It was a location with a great purpose for intimidation, implying that anyone could go there and taste hell at any time.

The West Tower was so tall that its tip could be seen even from Hakan’s palace. He imagined Esther in the basement of that tower. Then, Hakan’s amber eyes were so sunken that they felt like a fading sunset, on the verge of disappearing.

“What is this feeling?”

His deeply changed eyes now pierced some past, taking the increasingly darkening sky beyond the window as a companion.

“What in the world is this feeling…….”

That voice, clutching his chest painfully and coughing. A sick voice, like a dog that had swallowed a chicken bone. The eyes of Hemor in the illusion, spitting out that cry of despair as if vomiting blood and bile, met Hakan’s eyes. Then, Hemor slowly moved and transformed into Karzhen.

“It’s not any feeling.”

Hakan dismissed the image with a calm voice.

“You must not feel such emotions.”