Chapter 64 Nianta

Nanta sat uneasily by the bed, with half of her buttocks hanging outside. She kept stirring her fingers, buried her head in her chest, and she didn't even dare to raise her head. Her husband is in the room. He is drunk and sleeps on the table. Just hearing his purr, Nianta's heart couldn't help but feel nausea.

The kiss at the wedding vow ceremony made her almost vomit on the spot. She was going to refuse, but she didn't understand why the words became a response. Then she almost had no resistance and was tightly wrapped by a pair of fat arms without even reacting. Her strength seems to have completely disappeared, and her struggle is weak. Her tears were even regarded as emotional joy.

Is it because of magic? Nianta doesn't know. There is nothing she can do about it.

She touched the small crystal bottle hidden in her arms, and through the thin silk skirt, she could feel the hardness under the corset. The small bottle is close to the skin and has long become warm through body temperature. She put her hand on her chest, and the chest of the bottle hurt for a while. She has been unable to make up her mind. No one saw her, and the only one else was addicted to dreams.

Maybe you don't need it tonight? She looked up at Patton. He slept so much, like a fat pig. He probably won't wake up tonight, right? She prayed to the gods in heaven. Outside the room, the city is revelry, and the shouts of joy are particularly harsh to her. She understood that their joy was definitely not for her and the man in front of her, but for Leo and the woman she feared. That woman...she couldn't help shivering.

"Don't show flaws." At the dawn before the wedding vow ceremony, the alchemist deliberately found her and seriously warned her again, "Especially when Love Ruola is present, don't let her discover your secret."

She has been nervous today, just because the female magician has always been by her side. She should not have noticed it. She couldn't confirm it and thought uneasily. However, when she thought of the helplessness that could not control her body, fear followed, which spread to her chest like a plague, making her feel unbearable suffocation.

"Anyway, you have to drink it." The alchemist said to her without a doubt. It can protect you."

What can protect me? Nianta is not particularly clear. But what he said is obviously at this time. She is unreservedly willing to believe in alchemists. Although she doesn't know where this trust comes from, it seems that it is like the first creature seen by the chicks who open their eyes, and they will instinctively regard it as their mother. She is the same. In her memory, the first person she saw when she opened her eyes was him. That sense of security dependence made her willing to do whatever he ordered.

Although she made the decision, she still fought for a while. However, when she found that the prince's snoring had subsided, his body was shaking, as if he would suddenly wake up. An inexplicable fear grabbed her, and she quickly pulled out of the transparent crystal bottle from her corset, with a transparent ** flashing and blurred luster, shining under the candlelight. Nianta stared at it and couldn't look away for a moment. She felt as if her whole soul had been sucked in.

A whimper woke her up. The prince moved, moaning in his throat, and his eyelids beat as if he would open his eyes at any time. There is no room for Nianta to hesitate any longer. Fear drove her to pull out the cork desperately and swallowed the ** in the bottle.

Suddenly, an unbearable bitter smell filled his mouth. Nianta couldn't help lying down and vomiting. But until her tears covered her cheeks, she couldn't vomit anything. Those ** seem to have penetrated into the limbs and bones. She knelt on her knees and gasped. However, this is only the beginning. She felt the blood flow accelerating, and the blood vessels seemed to resonate with the sound of beating gongs and drums outside under her skin. She was so scared that she was completely scared. They were about to burst and swelled and burst in her ear. She heard her heart beat violently hundreds of times per second. Her mind became blurred and her eyes were dark. She tried to call for help, but her throat seemed to be stuffed and she couldn't make a sound.

Just as she felt that she was going to die, all the discomfort disappeared as if it had never appeared, leaving a trace. Nianta suspected that the previous pain was her illusion. However, she lay on the ground, as if she had crawled out of the water, and her whole body was soaked with cold water. She realized that it was not her dream. She put her hands on the ground and tried hard to sit up again. She was worried that the man would suddenly wake up and see her like this. Although the other party is drunk, he probably won't care.

When she got up, she saw her hand again. There is a wound that runs from the palm to the back of the hand. Terrible and like a twisted red centipede. She didn't know how it came from, and no one told her. She has never asked. She has a little memory of her past, which is vague, as if it belongs to her previous life.

She has long lost her impression of the part of her parents. Although people keep saying that she is the daughter of the Count of Golden Boat and the heir of the river, she can only vaguely think of some fragmented fragments, but she is too small in her memory, too far from now. She doesn't know how to find the gap in the middle. . She knew that everyone around her probably knew it clearly. From their flashing eyes, avoided words, and the topics she had changed, her heart was clear.

They are all for my own good. Nianta has always thought so. Because other people's eyes are always vicious and hateful, and they can't wait to skin her, cut her meat, and tie her to the stake. They used all kinds of malicious words to accuse and curse her. They said that she was a monster and a horrible night witch who seduced men and killed them.

Night Witch? She is both familiar and unfamiliar with this word.

She doesn't know what it is, but it's definitely not a good word. She touched the wedge stone hanging on her chest and couldn't help but be afraid. What would happen if she took it off? If I am really a night witch, will I remember the lost memory? She doesn't know. The more she thought about it, the more scared she became. What the alchemist refused to tell her... must be bad things. She suddenly didn't want to face this. Even if she forgot those memories forever, she didn't want to become like that. She is afraid that she can't face what she used to be. The frightening night witch.

She lowered her hand holding the wedge stone.

It's late at night, but the carnival outside is **. Through the open high and narrow window, wisps of sultry and wet sea breeze blew in with the smell of honey and smoke, accompanied by boiling voices. This is really a grand celebration, where the firelight illuminates the night sky and covers the bright moonlight. There are fireworks all over the temple. It is more magnificent than the city of thousands of lakes that fell into the sea of fire that day, like a feast of death.

Nianta sighed and couldn't help imagining how the alchemist would spend time with that woman in another room. Will they watch these people's gorgeous performances for their wedding together? Or now... she doesn't know. Her eyes fell on the room, staring at the twisting prince and daring to sleep.

However, theshui mo finally visited her.

Her eyelids were fighting, as if they were as heavy as a thousand pounds. Her head hung on her chest and woke up for a while. For a moment of sobriety, she looked at the sky outside the window, which was still a dark night sky, and then she couldn't support it completely and fell asleep in **. She is really exhausted.

I don't know how long she slept. In a daze, she felt something heavy pressing on her body and was still tearing her dress. In a trance, she thought she was still in a dream. But when the ghostly thing touched the wedge stone on her chest, she was suddenly awakened. She realized that this was not a dream, and it was not a ghost!

She suddenly opened her eyes, and the prince lay on her like a wild dog. His hand reached into her skirt and grabbed her chest. His head was buried around her neck, sticking out his tongue to lick her armpits, and his mouth spewed out a disgusting smell of alcohol. She screamed loudly.

"No, no!" She struggled hard, grabbed the blood stains on the other party's body, and kept kicking her legs. Get out of here!" However, this seems to further promote the tyranny of the other party. The other party grabbed her hands and rode on her, no matter how hard she struggled. Her white and tender chest was exposed to the air, and her breasts stood upright, making her feel particularly ashamed, and she sobbed. Let go of me." She pleaded helplessly.

Men are extremely excited about this. The prince took off his clothes and showed his ugly round body. The bulging belly is uglier than wild boars and fat maggots. You are my slave, woman. The other party announced.

She can only fight with tears.

She can only hope that the potion she drank will work, but the wedge stone is still hanging around her neck, inhibiting the effect of the medicine. She couldn't help regretting her momentary careless care. Then the man leaned down. The greasy body clung to her body, and she was so disgusted that she almost vomited. When the fat hands touched her again, she screamed sharply, but then the fermented and foul-smelling mouth gagged her mouth. The man stuck her cheek tightly and forced his tongue into her mouth.

Shame and despair, together with fear, made her crazy. She struggled desperately and twisted her body crazily, but it was useless and made the man feel more exciting. Finally, she closed her teeth with desperate efforts and bit herself and the other party's tongue. The man shouted in pain. Their mouths are all red blood.

The prince slapped her angrily.

"I am your king, your master!" He bowed left and right in anger. Slave, you have to pay for this, and I will soon let you understand how to please your husband!"

The man rushed up again, frantically tore up the few remaining clothes on her body, leaving red and blue marks on her with his teeth and fingers. She screamed in pain, "Givable me, forgive me..." But her grief grew his anger. This is what happens to you, and I will teach you what to do to become a man's slave!"

He took off all his clothes, then tore off the last rag on her body, and then pulled off the necklace she hung around her neck. Woman, keep screaming. The louder you scream, the happier I will be.

But he soon became unhappy——

A magical power full of evil spirits stirred in the room, blowing the curtain and overturning the porcelain.