Silver Blade and Rose

Before today, Zals never thought that the word pet would fall on him one day, but it just happened, and he hadn't been able to cut off the rope binding his hands, so he could only sit where he was and continue to suffer more and more. The crazier Erin.

The reason why he still calls her "Irene" is because Zales has preconceived ideas, and his impression of "Miss Irene" is far deeper than that of "Mrs. Winnie".Furthermore, the teenage girl on the other side looked harmless to humans and animals, only her eyes and tone of voice revealed her real age and experience, until Zals heard the above dangerous speech, there was no way to call her Mrs. Winnie .

To be honest, even though he had psychologically accepted that the "girl" in front of him was ten years older than him, he didn't think of any good way to escape from this false girl.

The rope that bound his hands and feet was made of unknown material, the knife barely cut it, and Irene was standing in front of him, Zals couldn't move too much to try, he could only continue rubbing with the blade slightly The rope, but with little effect, did not cut anything for a long time.

As if dissatisfied with his attitude, Irene turned off the light with an unfriendly expression, and the sound of her heels stepping on the ground made a crisp sound—she walked far and turned back, and stopped in front of Zars again.

"Aren't you curious how I got you here?" she asked defiantly.

Zars looked up at her, but didn't ask as she wished.She smiled, dragged a chair and sat down, bent close to Zales' face, and looked at him at a very close distance.

Before Zals could continue leaning against the wall, she reached out and pressed his shoulder: "Why are you running, are you so afraid of me? I haven't said anything yet, Mr. Reporter."

The voice was sweet, and there was a slightly sweet smell of perfume when he approached. Perhaps due to psychological reasons, Zals felt that the fragrance was a little disgusting, so he frowned and turned his face away, not looking directly at her.

Originally, this should be a very disrespectful behavior to a lady, but he didn't care about that much anymore - the woman in front of him was not an innocent girl, and there was a girl over there whose life and death were uncertain, so he really didn't care so much about politeness.Moreover, the fragrance on Irene's body was too sweet and pungent, and he really felt very uncomfortable, and even lost his mind inexplicably. As a person who also used perfume, the fragrance on Edwin's body smelled much better than this.

"Miss Irene," he said, "if you can, please call a doctor for the girl over there before we talk about other things..."

"Maybe you haven't figured out your situation yet," Irene interrupted him, took out a dagger out of nowhere, pulled it out of its sheath, and gestured in front of Zars, "Now you're just letting others Slaughtered things are not qualified to negotiate terms with me, understand?"

"She's going to die," Zals said emphatically.

"What does that matter?" Irene curled her lips nonchalantly, "It's more realistic for you to worry about whether you will die."

What she said really made sense, Zals was silent for a moment, and couldn't help but ask, "What exactly do you want to do?"

Irene held the dagger, and used the flat blade to gently stroke the small part of his collarbone exposed by his collar. The cold touch made Zals tremble, and she smiled with satisfaction.

"To please me, of course," she said. "I am the mistress of the place, and you should do all you can to please me."

She triumphantly gave up her disguise, and announced the answer to Zars like a girl who loves pranks, but the latter still pretended to be an ordinary reporter who knew nothing, and asked puzzledly and uneasy: "What do you mean? ?”

Irene smiled mysteriously, cut his collar with a dagger, leaned over and whispered: "I won't tell you."

Even if she didn't say it, Zals understood what it meant, and it was her behavior that puzzled him—Zals didn't want to feel so good about himself, but Erin looked... as if she really had some kind of affection for him. side attempt?

Because he was out for a night run, Zarst deliberately changed into sportswear. After taking off his coat on his upper body, only a black vest was left, and most of it was sweaty during the exercise.Naturally, the coat had disappeared for a long time now. When he was unconscious, the vest was completely dry. Irene cut his neckline, and the elastic fabric immediately collapsed, exposing a small half of his chest.

Zales: "..."

He felt a little uneasy.

His limbs were still tied, and the self-rescue action of cutting the rope with a knife had little effect, and he had no way to escape on the spot, so he had to step back again, and began to think about how to make Irene dispel this absurd idea.

To be honest, apart from being possessed by something, he couldn't figure out why Irene became like this—According to the information he found, although Mrs. Winnie loved a luxurious life, she was still a very good person, not only Provided work for poor girls as manor maids, and adopted many orphans.Some magazines called her a female philanthropist and did an exclusive interview with her.

...Wait, manor maid, girl?

He subconsciously glanced in the direction of the bathtub, but couldn't see the girl lying in the bathtub because of Irene's deliberate cover.Zals remembered that she was naked and lying on her back in the bathtub. From his angle, she could see half of her naked back and pale skin.As for the face and expression, she couldn't see clearly. Her long wet hair was hanging on her face, and she seemed to have completely lost consciousness.

Could Mrs. Winnie help these girls on the surface, but actually use them to do something ulterior?

"Still looking over there?" Irene stared at him displeasedly, and moved the dagger that had been removed to his eyes again, "I really don't have a long memory, maybe you should learn a lesson."

This time, she directly cut the skin on Zals's chest with the dagger. She didn't use much force, but because the dagger was very sharp, the blood flowed out immediately, turning the entire wound into a blood line that continued to spread.Zals frowned in pain, and didn't say anything, but she smiled triumphantly, and cut the wound deeper as if she was happy to see the blood.

Of course it’s impossible to say that it doesn’t hurt, but Zars didn’t say anything, let her draw pictures on her body with the dagger, but couldn’t help thinking in her heart, if this dagger can be used to cut the rope that binds him, Perhaps he had escaped to find Edwin for help.

"Does it hurt?"

Irene asked with a smile, seeing that he was frowning and refused to speak, she smiled even more happily.

She shook the dagger in her hand, as if she wanted to insert it back into the sheath, then pulled it out again as if thinking of something, and wiped the blade carefully with her white skirt.After doing this, she looked at the wound that was still bleeding on Zals's body, and suddenly bent down, sticking out her tongue to lick the blood that flowed from the wound.

The tip of her pink tongue was stained red immediately after licking the blood. Zars wanted to retreat, but she hugged her shoulders and dragged him back abruptly.

The strength is astonishingly great, it is not like the strength that a young girl or mature woman should have, and it is even stronger than the strength of an ordinary adult male, because Zals is completely unable to move under her confinement with his hands tied .

Irene just sat on that chair, bent down and lowered her head, licking the blood from the wound on his chest little by little, and didn't care that her bending movements would be lost, Zars was forced to take a look Her plump breasts immediately turned her head uncomfortably.

The knife wound was burning and painful, and after being licked by her, instead of getting better, it hurt even more.Zals suddenly felt that Irene might not be an ordinary human anymore after becoming what she is now.

Once upon a time, there was such a woman, Countess Nadasdi, that is, the Hungarian Elizabeth Bathory who was said to bathe in the blood of young girls in order to maintain her youth forever. A very different aristocratic woman.Zals had watched movies and dramas based on her when he was a child, and he accidentally found a dossier about her on the association's website a few days ago - the Bathory family was all registered in the Exorcist Association, not only Elizabeth herself , together with her brothers, sisters and even descendants, including those who communicated with evil gods, and some who tortured and killed young girls like Elizabeth, all of which seemed abnormal.To this day, the association still tracks down the descendants of the New Bathory family, records their whereabouts, and treats them as risky individuals.

The reason why he suddenly thought of such a character was because Zarles suddenly felt that the crazy appearance of Irene in front of him was somewhat similar to the countess in the movie to some extent.

While thinking about it, Irene raised her head from his chest, showed him a sweet and weird smile, and said with satisfaction: "Even blood is sweet, it seems that you are a good boy."

She looked less and less human, and now she let go of her hand again, and Zals moved back in horror, feeling weak and helpless, never expecting Edwin to come down from the sky to save him.

But of course Edwin didn't show up. Irene's cold hand touched him for a while, and then grabbed his hand along his arm.Zars's hair stood on end from being touched, and he quickly threw the knife that he had been holding in his hand to secretly cut the rope to the ground, and immediately hid it under his body, so that she didn't find it.Irene grabbed his hand and asked softly, "Do you want me to untie the rope for you?"

She seemed to have confirmed that Zals had lost his desire to escape, but she still couldn't accept the fact of being imprisoned, so her attitude softened accordingly.Zars did not relax his vigilance, and after looking at her for a moment, he pretended to nod reluctantly.

To be honest, in his eyes, Irene is no different from the nightmare bug whose danger level has increased several times. If the other party is willing to untie the rope for him, Zals thinks that he still has a chance to escape, so he temporarily plays the role of a nightmare bug who has lost his desire to survive. There's no harm in Mr. Reporter.

Irene didn't know what he was thinking, and stared at him for a while, as if confirming that he was not threatening, or that he would not be afraid of him running away even if he untied the rope. Finally, she actually took the dagger and tied the hands and feet of Zals. The ropes were cut.Zars was relieved, and was about to run out when she turned around, but she didn't intend to let him out of her sight, or in other words, she wasn't going to let him go at all.

After cutting all the ropes, Irene threw the dagger aside, threw herself into Zars' arms, and sat on him.She lowered her head and wanted to kiss Zals's face. The white skirt wiped the bloody dagger, and now it touched the bleeding wound. It was covered in messy blood. It was so close that Zals even smelled it. Rust smell.

He felt physically sick and reached out to push the other person away, but at this moment the door of the room was kicked open with a "bang".

Irene straightened up angrily, and looked towards the door together with Zars, who was still in shock, and saw Edwin standing there in a nightgown, slowly retracting his left foot that kicked the door, showing a kind smile .

"Good evening," he tidied up the cuffs of his nightgown in a slow manner, glanced at the two of them, and then continued, "Excuse me, Mrs. Winnie, I'll take the photographer back to prepare for tomorrow's interview .”