NOVEL NEXT Chapter 12: In the Dungeon, I Made a Vow.
(Syrilblia’s POV)
Carna: “I’ll tell you right now, Marina. You’ve made splendid progress breaking down Syrilblia’s walls. But you need to stay at this pace. Otherwise, you will lose your destined lover.” She said with a serious tone.
Marina: “…”
Syrilblia: “Marina… I do trust you. It’s just… I don’t want to lose you due to what happened to me in the past.” I say with a sad tone.
Marina: “I understand, Syrilblia. I’m sorry for trying to force you to tell me something that you don’t want to remember.” She said with a remorseful tone.
Syrilblia: “As I have said, I will tell you one day. Of course, it will be before we get married. I… I just need more time. I need to know that you will always be with me, and then I can bring up my old scars to you. That is a vow that I am making to you, Marina.” I say while holding her hand.
In this rotten, disgusting smelling dungeon, I made a vow to Marina. Looking into her eyes, it was as if the current environment wasn’t this dungeon, but some serene and beautiful place. Soon, we kissed.
It was a different kind of kiss. One that I’ve never had before. It wasn’t sexual, not in the least. It was a loving one, full of tenderness and understanding. There was no lust in it… just love. It made me cry. I never knew that I could ever feel like this…
Carna: “Good, good. You two have made up. Now, could we please return to the problem at hand? This is no place for romance.” She said with a sigh.
Her words snapped Marina and I out of our love drunk stupor, and I was once again aware of our horrible surroundings. I honestly couldn’t believe that Martin was so damn evil. It wasn’t like I had much information to go on…
Though it was no real wonder now why he wanted to turn Syrilblia into a crazy monster. In fact, I can hardly say for certain that he did it on purpose. Perhaps this is just how he sees the world…
Marina: “Are any of you sane enough to speak?” She asked in a loud voice.
Slave Girls: “…”
Martha: “They won’t speak. My name is Martha, by the way.” She spoke up.
The woman, Martha, looked to be in her late thirties. Her outfit was… just rags. She was practically naked at the moment. Which went to show how little Martin valued these girls. Martha was older, but with her weight, you would think that she would only be in her early twenties…
Syrilblia: “Why won’t they speak? Did Martin hurt them that much?” I ask with a serious tone.
Martha: “Martin was a fool at first. I was the first girl to be taken. Martin underestimated how hard it is to break someone, to turn them into your mindless puppet. I never broke, is what I mean.” She replied.
Marina: “That doesn’t answer her question.” She said with her arms crossed.
Martha: “Oh, but it does. These girls won’t speak, as Martin raised them from childhood. Of course, he didn’t raise them himself. Instead, he had them raised to be nothing more than tools for pleasure by their parents, of which he would just buy them off of the parents.” She explained.
Marina: “…”
Syrilblia: “…”
Martha: “The youngest he ever brought back was five, but that was too young. Currently, the youngest is around ten. Though, that is just my guess. It isn’t like they were ever taught how to speak.” She continued with a sigh.
Shit… this is bad… Not only was this a horrible crime against life itself, but these girls are a problem… They cannot speak, as they have no idea how to do so. If they can’t speak, how can they testify against Martin?…
Marina: “We need to come up with a plan… Are you okay to stay here longer?” She asked.
Martha: “Me? Martin hasn’t touched me in years, so I will be fine. As for the other girls… they have no idea that what is being done to them is a crime. I am sure that waiting a bit more, even if it is years, will be worth it in the end, all to just see that mans head roll off of the chopping block.” She answered with a laugh.
We soon left Martin’s sick dungeon, as well as his office. Leaving everything as it was before, Carna even used magic to erase all traces of us ever getting inside of this office. We silently walked to Marina’s room.
Syrilblia: “What can we even do with this?” I ask with a sigh.
Marina: “…I have an idea, but I don’t know if I have the means of following through with it.” She said with a thinking pose.
Carna: “The witch?” She said with a raised eyebrow.
Marina: “Yes, the witch. She could surely brew up a potion of knowledge. That way, those girls can actually testify against Martin.” She clarified.
Syrilblia: “Huh? What is bad about going to her?” I ask with a curious tone.
Carna: “Serena will only serve women, and she only accepts one kind of payment.” She replied.
Syrilblia: “Payment? Not coins, I would guess. What does she take? Parts of their souls?” I reply with a head tilt.
Marina: “That isn’t far from the truth.” She said with a chuckle.
Syrilblia: “…”
What? Does Serena, the witch, take people’s souls? What the heck…
Carna: “You’re giving her the wrong idea, Marina.” She said with a giggle.
Marina: “I am aware, and that was my intention. Her reactions are very funny, after all.” She said with another laugh.
Syrilblia: “…”
Marina: “Rather than their souls, she only accepts sex as payment.” She explained.
Syrilblia: “Sex? So you need to have sex with her to get those potions?” I reply with an upset tone.
Marina: “Not me.” She denied.
Syrilblia: “What do you mean?” I ask in confusion.
Carna: “She will only have sex with either very skilled lesbians, virgins, or straight girls.” She answered in Marina’s stead.
Marina: “That’s right. I am not particularly good at sex. Which is something that you will surely help me improve on, right, Syrilblia?” She said with a seductive tone.
Syrilblia: “…Of course!” I agree.
I did want to be excited by such a request, but given the situation that I witnessed in the dungeon, I wasn’t really in the mood for anything sexual at the moment… Regardless, how will we get those potions from Serena? Both Marina and Carna have evil looking expressions on their faces… I don’t like where this is going!!!…