…Choco. No matter how you look at it, a suitable name for that dog should be 'Cerberus' or 'Hellhound'.
But in the man's eyes, that dog seemed to be a small Poodle. This is shown by him giggling and reaching out to caress, as if he loves her so much that he doesn't know what to do.
“Come here.”
Following the short command, the dog that was growling fearfully just now immediately lowered its ears and exposed its stomach in a cowardly manner. Like submission to the absolute strongest. He naturally stroked its sturdy fur and exposed jaw, then continued speaking.
"You know, I'm quite busy. So I don't have enough time to take Choco for a walk."
He received the chain from his subordinates,
jingle
A metallic sound rang out, and he hinted at Jack who was kneeling on the floor.
“So I said, will you give me a hand?”
"Umm, huh! Ummm!!"
Unfortunately, Jack was gagged so he couldn't say no. He shook his head desperately, his face wet with tears and snot, but the red-haired man pretended not to see.
“It's so touching.”
Killing intent was clearly evident on his charming smiling face. He gently winked, and his subordinates immediately untied the ropes tying Jack's hands and forcibly lifted him up from the floor.
Although he was finally freed, Jack's face was not happy. That's natural. Right in front of him, the two-headed dog was drooling, baring its sharp fangs and growling.
“Now, I will count to three.”
"Any, anything I'll do!! I'll beg like this, please, just spare my life..."
Jack quickly removed the gag, clasped his hands and begged desperately. But the answer he received was extremely cold.
"One."
Jack
huh
an hour and inhale. Perhaps realizing that begging was useless, he turned around and struggled to kick the ground and run away.
"Two."
The red-haired man smiled slightly as he counted the second time. And even though he hadn't counted to three, he let go of the dog.
“Woof!!”
The dog barked loudly, shooting out like an arrow, as if it had been waiting for this moment. Its four pairs of red eyes ferociously chased after the fleeing Jack.
“AAAAAAAAAK!!! Save lives!!!!!!”
Not long after Jack ran away, a horrifying scream rang out. It was such a pitiful cry that anyone who heard it shuddered. Except for one person.
“Oh, I missed it.”
At this rate it will be lost. The man looked down at his hand holding the chain and muttered with regret. But on his lips, there was not the slightest feeling of guilt.
'Oh my God.'
Irel was stunned by the scene she had just witnessed. The man who tormented her every night in her dreams had a personality worse than her nightmares. She was curious about what fate she had with him that caused him to keep appearing in her dreams, but her fear was greater than her curiosity.
If she was discovered here, she wouldn't be safe either. The feeling of danger rising to her throat spurred her stiff legs.
‘We have to escape from here.’
Covering her mouth with her hand, Irel slowly backed away. And as soon as she was a safe distance from the building, she turned around and started running.
She wanted to run straight towards the carriage without stopping. However, Irel's white and slender legs were of no help for running. Especially when she was wearing pearl and satin shoes.
“Ah!”
Running along the path just barely escaping the bushes, Irel finally slipped and fell to his knees on the ground. After rubbing her knee that hit the ground for a while, she quickly turned around.
She was afraid that someone was chasing behind her and was about to grab her hair. But no matter how many times she turned around, she still couldn't see the ferocious dog or the red-haired man anywhere.
Confirming that, Irel breathed a sigh of relief. And when she turned around to stand up, a large hand suddenly reached out from behind, covering her eyes.
“Have fun playing hide and seek?”
A low voice whispered right next to my ear. It was a voice as sweet as pouring thick hot chocolate into the eardrums. But Irel clearly remembered whose beautiful voice this belonged to.
‘Oh my god.’
Since when has he been following her? She didn't even know she had been discovered, and the fact that he was chasing her without a sound terrified her. She was so scared that she didn't have enough courage to push away the hand covering her eyes, or get up and run away.
Seeing Irel stiffen like a mouse meeting a snake, the man let out a sound
“Um?”
full of doubts.
“You don't scream.”
The tone sounded a bit regretful. Thanks to that, Irel could recognize it. If her screaming annoyed him, she would probably be dead before the screaming ended.
“If you're good, you'll be praised, but a young lady shouldn't snoop into other people's private lives.”
The tone is gentle, but the content is extremely imposing. His actions were extremely threatening; His other hand tightened around Irel's slender throat. Then he pressed lightly, forcing her face down on the ground.
“You saw something you shouldn't have seen, so you should be punished.”
The man muttered in a lazy voice, moving his hands covering her eyes to the sides. As he gently rubbed her eyes and the bridge of her nose, her trembling eyelashes tickled his palm. Chuckling at that feeling, he began to think.
“I should have killed you… but because you're beautiful, I'll let you go just this once.”
What should I do? The man thought leisurely, holding his pulse, which was beating wildly with fear, in his hand. Then him
A
, as if realizing something, and exclaimed in surprise.
“We're like this, we look like an intimate couple.”
Irel was face down on the ground, and he was on top of her. If someone passed by and saw them, they would probably mistakenly think they were doing something lewd on this country road.
“The plot of throwing yourself into danger to get what you want, I quite like it.”
What do you think? He asked in a chillingly gentle tone. As if she had a choice.
“You have to answer.”
Irel didn't know what to do with his sudden request so she remained silent. He urged her further, using his thumb to rub her throat.
“I like people who know how to express their opinions.”
Although if that opinion did not please him then death would be the end.
He used cold eyes to look down at the woman trembling like a rabbit in his arms. To be honest, she was not the type of seductive and bold woman he liked. Of course, she was indescribably beautiful, but she looked so weak that even the slightest touch would break her.
This noble girl raised in luxury is clearly not his type. But indeed, there was something that made him feel strangely attracted, so he temporarily hesitated.
If this girl didn't give off such a sweet scent in vain, he wouldn't have hesitated so much. Anyway, it was thanks to that scent that he soon realized the presence of the girl peeking through the window.
‘Kill her now?’
He licked his lips, looking down at the girl trembling like a rabbit on its stomach. He should have killed her immediately, but he didn't do so purely on a whim.
An obnoxious arbitrariness always makes him act impulsively and crazy. It had sprouted a bit of trouble for the woman in front of him.
"That's strange. Why do you give off... such a sweet scent?"
Unable to contain his curiosity, the man bowed his head deeper. He buried his face in her neck, sniffing like a big cat. Every time his sharp nose brushed against her hair and neck, a shiver ran down her spine.
"A scent that makes people crave it. Are you in heat?"
In the muttering that was intentionally heard, there was an intention to insult. Irel bit her lip in embarrassment, and immediately, a sound
ting
rang out, signaling that his popularity had decreased. It seemed he was quite annoyed because she kept silent.
Decreasing the sympathy of the man whose life is in his hands is clearly not a wise move. Even though she closed her eyes, she couldn't see his name or his exact sympathies, but it was clear that the situation was very bad.
"Now, what do you intend to do? Die honorably? Or... do you intend to throw yourself into danger?"
Different from his voice as sweet as melting chocolate, his fingers tightened around Irel's neck. If he just used a little more force, her slender neck would definitely break.
"Reply."
The last concise voice carried murderous intent. Apparently the man decided not to wait any longer.
Procrastination now is a luxury. Irel remembered Jack, the man who had just been bitten to death by a dog. Remembering his final terrible scream, she had only one choice.
“I-I… I want to live.”
Even at the cost of my own self.