"Do not fear," he says in a reassuring tone, with a grin that never leaves his face.
"You are my legacy, the witness to my art! The spectator who will observe my magnum opus. How could I harm you?"
But then the man raises his head to the sky thoughtfully, as if he has had a realization.
"Uhm… now that I think about it… You will die at the end of this game anyway. Such a pity. I'll have to find another witness. What a waste…" the man seems genuinely regretful.
Thanks solely to her survival instinct, the woman finds a bit of strength to resist.
Bicrista struggles, but the invisible metal wires encircling her body tighten at his touch, preventing her from escaping.
Moreover, the monstrous pain from her brother's death still courses through her veins, clouding her thoughts and leaving her powerless in front of the madman before her.
Violently, Jakobus snatches the necklace with the Strauss team gem from her.
"I'm sure the queen will forgive me if I indulge in a little fun. Don't you think I deserve it too?"
The serial killer's expression becomes even more perverse.
"Now...it's true that I prefer little girls. From that point of view there, I preferred you better eight years ago my sweet Bicrista. I mean sexually of course. However, it's also true that you have a fairly childish body that reflects my tastes."
The man unbuckles his pants and pulls out his cock.
His penis is already hard at the thought of violating the helpless woman in front of her.
Jakobus begins to jack off as he watches Bicrista completely terrified.
Bicrista's heart beats wildly with fear and pain; her Master's yells do not reach her.
It is again like when she was a prisoner in the church while the monster tortured her and her brother.
The same helplessness in the face of the horror she is forced to witness.
Tears well up in her eyes. Eyes that have witnessed the worst obscenities.
"Someone save me." this is the only thought.
Jakobus moans from the pleasure he gives himself with his hand.
But clearly that is no longer enough for him.
His hands begin to touch Bicrista's motionless body.
The silver-haired woman feels immense disgust and utter revulsion as his filthy hands touch her indecently.
"Now, my sweet Bicrista, I can finally pluck your sweet fruit," he purrs, his gruesome breath on her face.
His putrid breath, which smells of blood and human flesh, causes her to retch.
[ABSOLUTE OBEDIENCE]
The defining spell of the Master - Servant contract.
The Master's magic that demands absolute obedience from its Servant.
The tattoo flashes like a siren.
{ Bicrista, you belong to me. Obey my orders. You are my instrument. }
The voice of her Master, Strauss Wagner, is now clear and limpid in his mind.
She cannot object to it. She cannot think of anything else.
She cannot feel fear. She cannot feel any emotion.
The only thing she is allowed is absolute obedience to the Master.
Bicrista stops shaking.
Now she is merely a puppet commanded by her Master.
{ SERVANT! Free yourself and kill Jakobus Aufreiber! }
The assassin's hands firmly clutch the two daggers.
Although Silverdark's metal wires wrap around her and cut her flesh, Bicrista spins around, slicing through everything around her.
The wires are cut cleanly, some cause her wounds, blood flows but she feels no pain.
In her head is only the order of her Master.
The completely surprised killer fails to move in time.
His fully erect cock is sliced clean off.
The penis flies off a few meters away from him.
The monster experiences the real pain that he has never felt in his life.
"UAAARARARRARGGHHH!"
Blood flows copiously from his sharply severed urinary duct as he watches in horror as his penis lies on the ground.
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