**Anna Yuwen**
“This place stinks!”
I was currently dragging the hem of my dress around the dirty, winding dungeon corridor, with that pale pig lighting the way ahead. It wasn’t just the stale air down here, but mostly the stank wafting from my “charming guide”.
“Hurry up, I don’t want to be down here for more time than needed.”
He looked back up and down from my golden hair and red lips to the expensive pearl necklace lying on my chest to my slightly protruding nipples, which were pressing through the silk of my red slitdress down to my luscious hips openly, staring at the slit of my dress while playfully licking his lips.
“Of course, my love.”
His voice was smooth and sultry, completely unbefitting of such a beast, sending goosebumps down my back. I felt like I was going to be sick if I ever heard him call me his love ever again, so I’d better make it his last time.
Though I’m rather happy that all it took for him to take me here was a kiss on his cold, bulbous cheeks. I just hope that I will soon be able to forget that horrible memory as well.
Finally, we reached our destination.
“He is here, my love. Do you want me to come in, too? I promise I will make him scream so sweetly. Aww, I can’t wait ever since they took my last toy.”
He said it again, and not only that. The glee at the prospect of the torture he was about to inflict was leaking from his eyes as he stared down at me expectantly. Ugh, this brute is just a total creep. I will have to drown out that memory later.
“No need, my… dear”
I felt ready to puke
“I will just have a few words with him. But don’t worry.”
I step closer to him and place his arm between my breasts.
“I will make it worthwhile for you later.”
Hopefully, never you pale white fetid blob.
When the door to his cell closed behind me, I let out a sigh of relief.
In a corner of the room, I could see a hunched figure lying on the floor. It was Rodrick, and it looks like they weren’t kidding. The once proud knight looked like a beaten dog.
I stepped closer, making sure the pig wouldn’t hear our conversation. And I whisper,
“Hello, Sir Rodrick.”
The bundle on the floor finally stirred at the sound of my voice.
“Why are you here, Wench?”
“Oh, no need to be so upset. I wasn’t the one to convince you to be part of all this. You did this all by yourself.”
Slowly, Rodrick sat up, his chains rattling against each other as he stood up with shaky legs.
“Huhu, looks like life in prison hasn’t done you any good.”
He shot me an angry glare.
“Is that really how someone should look upon their lover who had come to save them?”
I had spent many nights with the dutiful knight.
“Though I must admit it got rather old wearing a black wig while hearing you moan her name whenever we did it. Hehehe So now Sir…”
At that moment, he lunged forward, closing his calloused hands around my throat. And while I was gasping for air, he leaned against my ear and whispered.
“Not, Sir. Not anymore. Now leave me, you stupid whore.”
He released me only after saying his piece, then went right back to lying on the cold floor.
“Cough… You! Cough, you fucking asshole, I’m just here to help you, or have you forgotten what is at stake? You’d better hope this doesn’t leave a mark!”
“It’s all over anyway, the plan has failed.”
“You really believe they have given up? Well, let me show you.”
I reached inside my ample bosom, retrieving the coded message the elf had given to me.
At the sound of paper being unfolded, Rodrick turned around again, listlessly picking up the fallen letter. But his eyes went wide as he continued to read.
“Well, looks like you have finally got it. If you don’t want the misses to bite it, you’d better leave this rotten cell behind. Oh, and could you do me a favor and kill the guard? I’d rather not be near him ever again.”
I reached even deeper, pulling out a simple but sharp knife, still in its sheath, along with a small key. And as the key turned inside the lock, Rodrick unsheathed the knife.