Samira opened the chest and dragged out the dying Biki from within.
Her breath was very faint, and her eyes gazed weakly at Samira, filled with a resentful look.
Samira laughed jokingly:
“Biki, it looks like you’ll have to make room for your little sister.
Let me send you somewhere more suitable for you.”
Saying this, Samira threw Levi into the chest and locked it with a series of clicks.
From outside, Biki’s struggling whimpers could be heard faintly.
Once shut inside the chest, Levi quickly pinched the rope binding his hands with his fingertips and began to fray it bit by bit.
This hemp rope was extremely sturdy, enough to tie up a strong adult male, but with Levi’s current constitution, he could wear it down given enough time.
Although Samira wouldn’t perform the sacrifice until late at night, she was very likely to ‘enjoy’ Levi ahead of time.
She was a person who indulged her desires, and it wouldn’t be surprising if she did anything to the sacrificial offering.
When that time came, Levi’s male identity would surely be exposed, and he would be forced to face an enraged Samira.
To prevent this, Levi would wear down the rope as much as possible, keeping himself in a state where he could break free at any moment.
Meanwhile, Lorrain also kept a close eye on Samira’s movements.
Once she sensed Samira was about to act on Levi, she would find an excuse to step forward and report something, trying to delay her until the time of the sacrifice.
A few minutes later, Samira returned from the basement.
She first went to the washroom to bathe, making herself clean and tidy, and sprayed on some heavy perfume.
Her whole being radiated hormonal energy like a female beast.
At the thought of the sacrificial ritual tonight, she couldn’t help but feel excited, eager to receive the Great Master’s blessing while satisfying her perverse desire to abuse ‘Livier’.
She couldn’t even resist wanting some appetizers first, letting her desire stretch from now until late at night.
That would certainly be wonderful, though she wondered if ‘Livier’s’ small frame could hold up?
After a moment of conflict, Samira decided to use ‘Livier’ gently at first, ensuring she survived until the sacrifice.
She looked toward the chest, revealing a cruel and excited smile.
Just then, a knock sounded at the door.
“Madam, it’s me, Lorrain.”
Her mood interrupted, Samira asked somewhat impatiently:
“What is it?”
“There are many things to report to you.
This month’s turnover is down by ten percent compared to before, counterfeit goods were found in the alcohol smuggled from outside the city, and someone from the hospital contacted us wanting to discuss some cooperation projects…”
…
Late at night, a somewhat weary Samira lay on her chair, enjoying a rare moment of peace.
Lorrain had finally quieted down and stopped bringing her those tedious matters.
It had to be said that sometimes being too loyal was also a flaw.
She turned on the gramophone and played Dorothy’s “backlund nights.” The decadent melody echoed through the room as the scent of essential oils slowly permeated the air.
Samira’s interest gradually returned, her eyes once again filled with burning desire.
She lit a thick cigar and poured some liquid into the “Blood Goblet,” swirling it slowly and waiting for the liquid to turn a bright blood-red.
Samira took a small sip of the blood-red liquid.
Moments later, her eyes turned crimson, long fangs protruded from her thick lips, and tufts of fur sprouted from her face and every corner of her body.
“Heh…
heh…”
Samira panted heavily.
Because the sacrifice had been delayed, she was in more pain than the previous night, and her desire was even stronger.
Impatiently, she arranged three candles on the table and scattered some essential oils and rose petals.
Then, she looked at the large locked chest, showing a smile full of evil and desire.
Samira slowly opened the chest, revealing Levi’s pitiable face.
That expression full of terror made one unable to resist the urge to toy with him.
“My delicious little cupcake, you’ve waited long enough.”
Samira smiled evilly and pulled the handkerchief from Levi’s mouth.
This was her habit; for Samira, listening to the shrill cries of her prey in despair was a wonderful enjoyment.
“Madam, I don’t want my freedom anymore!
I’m willing to keep making money for you, please let me go!”
Levi cried out with a sob, his pitiful appearance further stimulating Samira’s animalistic nature.
Her fangs pierced through her lips, and she panted like a true gray wolf.
She lunged forward, tearing at Levi’s clothes.
Soon, Levi was left in only his inner garment, revealing fair skin.
Upon close inspection, his physique was clearly male, but under the influence of the butterfly of vanity, the partially irrational Samira failed to notice the discrepancy.
Levi let out a heart-wrenching scream.
Although Samira’s room was well soundproofed, Lorrain, as a Sequence 9 Prisoner, had excellent hearing.
She had been lying in wait nearby and keenly caught the signal Levi gave, tensing her body and gripping a revolver in each hand.
Samira was in no hurry to enjoy Levi; instead, she slowly pulled out that Female Statue.
Unlike last night, it wasn’t covered by a membrane now but was directly bathed in Samira’s bodily fluids, appearing even more eerie and seductive.
Samira piously placed the wet Female Statue in the center of the three candles, then turned to look at Levi with a lewd smile.
She lunged forward and ripped off Levi’s inner garment.
“Now!”
Levi’s hands suddenly exerted force, snapping the hemp rope he had already worn down to tatters.
Simultaneously, he leaned back, and using the counterforce, the inner garment sewn to his skin was smoothly torn away by Samira.
Blood and cotton splattered everywhere, obscuring Samira’s vision.
In her astonishment, Samira froze for half a second.
Within that half-second, Levi’s hands simultaneously grabbed the revolvers hidden within the two clumps of cotton.
Samira had already recovered from her initial shock, her body reacting quickly as her sharp fingers clawed at Levi’s neck.
Levi didn’t have time to aim for Samira’s head; the moment his fingers touched the triggers, he pulled them.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
Both revolvers spat tongues of fire, breaking the silence of the night.
Silver bullets tore into Samira’s body, ripping out large cavities.
At the same time, Lorrain kicked open the door and dove into the room, quickly locking onto Samira’s position and ruthlessly unleashing her firepower.
Four revolvers fired 24 bullets in the shortest time possible, instantly turning Samira into a sieve.
Even as a Sequence 8 Lunatic, even with her body partially transformed into a Werewolf, Samira could by no means withstand so many Beyonder bullets.
She swayed like a long-decayed scarecrow for a few seconds before collapsing to the floor with a thud.
“Is it over?
Just like that?”
Blood gushed from Levi’s chest, his heart thumping with a mix of trepidation and excitement.