"Yes… lick it properly, Little Lioness," Hector said between groans.
His thin lips opened and closed repeatedly, savoring the warm sensation Estelle gave him. His body tensed and his breathing grew ragged.
The man was enjoying a slice of heaven on earth.
In contrast, Estelle cursed inside her mind. Her dignity had been torn to shreds, yet she could no longer oppose the devil in disguise in front of her. Whether it was Sandra or Julius, she didn't want either of them to become victims because of her selfishness.
"Ughhh … akhhh!"
The girl reflexively pulled her mouth away when the tip of his manhood struck the back of her throat. Her small body immediately fell backwards, her lips wet with saliva and pre-cum, and she coughed violently.
Hector was still in the same position, he looked at the girl who had been between his thighs with a smile. Watching Estelle cough with tears streaming down her cheeks only made her look more beautiful in his eyes. And it excites him more.
"If you don't finish it, you won't be able to drink the antidote, Little Lioness," Hector said as he spread his legs wider, displaying the weapon that was still standing erect.
The girl glared in fury. She wished she could cut Hector's thing off from its base and feed that cursed lump of flesh to stray dogs. But she couldn't do any of it because she was still weak. She wouldn't win against Hector, and she cursed herself for that.
Estelle clenched her fists until her knuckles turned white. The fishy, salty taste on her tongue only fueled her anger. Wiping her lips and tears roughly, she returned to Hector and continued the activity that had been interrupted.
Hector's groans echoed again when Estelle's tongue met the tip of his manhood. She sucked it and licked it slowly until the man could no longer restrain his desire.
Lowering his gaze, Hector smiled as he stroked Estelle's hair.
"I'm going to play a little rough, so prepare yourself," Hector whispered hoarsely.
Before Estelle could process his words, the man had already grabbed her hair and thrust her head forward, forcing his length completely into her throat.
The girl's brown eyes widened as tears poured down her cheeks. Her throat felt as if it had been struck, and her head spun violently. Her hands clutched Hector's thighs tightly for support.
But as time passed, the man grew increasingly out of control, and Estelle tried to pull away. She had already lost her breath. She couldn't breathe!
"Akhh! A-akhh!"
"Ahhh, Esse… Esse," the man groaned.
Not long after, Hector released himself in Estelle's throat. But the girl no longer had the strength to resist. Estelle could only pray that everything would end quickly. The warm liquid, fishy and slightly salty, filled her mouth and throat. She wanted to vomit, but the blunt object was still blocking her mouth.
When Hector finally let go, the girl collapsed and coughed violently. Thick liquid dripped out every time she coughed or retched. Hector, seeing all of that, finally snapped out of his heavenly haze.
He pulled Estelle into his arms and placed her on his lap. The man tried to touch Estelle's jaw, but his hand was immediately slapped away.
"Don't touch me!"
Falling silent, Hector could only watch the girl coughing and crying on his lap. Several times, her small hands wiped the liquid dripping from her chin. The disgust on Estelle's face was unmistakable.
Not a single word came out of Hector's mouth. The man had no right to say anything to comfort Estelle, because he was the cause of all the chaos in the girl's life.
Taking the blue bottle from the nightstand, he intended to help her drink the liquid by feeding it to her with his mouth. But the moment the bottle's rim touched her lips, Estelle grabbed his hand tightly.
"I don't want to kiss you," the girl hissed. "Let me drink it myself!"
One of Hector's eyebrows lifted.
"With those trembling hands?"
Estelle fell silent and immediately looked away. For a few moments she tried to calm herself so her hands would stop shaking. But the more she tried, the more violently her body trembled. She didn't understand why, and now her tears began to flow even harder.
At that moment, Estelle completely lost control of herself and ended up crying loudly. Like a child, she curled up on Hector's lap and cried her heart out.
She was tired. Physically and mentally exhausted.
She felt filthy and foolish.
She felt… unworthy of facing her deceased parents.
On the other hand, Hector, who witnessed Estelle crying, fell silent. His lips said nothing, but his heart was noisy. No. Now he realized one thing.
All of that mess was his fault.
A sigh escaped him as the man tried to soothe the girl. His hand gently patted the top of Estelle's head, letting her cry until she eventually fainted in his arms.
***
Opening her eyes felt so hard, and her head throbbed painfully. Estelle sat up and began to process what had happened. As fragments of memory returned, her body stiffened.
She looked at the nightgown she was wearing. The face that had been smeared with Hector's cursed body fluid was now clean. Her messy blonde hair had been neatly arranged. Although her eyes were still swollen, the girl's expression turned furious.
When the sound of footsteps approached, Estelle turned and glared sharply. It was Hector, holding a tray of breakfast in his hands. He was still wearing the same pajamas that had become a silent witness to yesterday's depravity.
When Estelle's sharp gaze pierced him, the man sighed. Of course he knew what the girl was thinking.
"Maria changed your clothes, not me," he said as he placed the breakfast in front of Estelle. "Eat."
Looking away, Estelle ignored what Hector said.
"Little Lioness," Hector pressed. "Eat, or I will—"
"Or what? Rape me?!" Estelle cut him off, her anger blazing. "Just do it! Do whatever the hell you want! You bastard!"
Hector's gaze turned cold.
"Or I'll cancel our meeting with Edward Wright."
Estelle's brown eyes stared in disbelief. Her lips remained sealed with anger, but the questions in her mind roared noisily. Did he hit his head or something?
Of course she knew all her activities were reported to Hector. The man also knew she had been trying to meet Edward Wright. But Hector trying to help her was not something that usually happened.
"There's a business trip to Rayway. That city is where Edward Wright lives. If you want to come, eat quickly and prepare yourself."
The man said it as he walked out of the room. Meanwhile, Estelle, who saw a golden opportunity, swallowed her anger toward Hector. The most important thing was her parents' case. Her anger toward Hector could wait.
She put a spoonful of porridge into her mouth. When she remembered the taste of the liquid that had filled her mouth yesterday, she felt like vomiting. But Estelle forced herself to swallow the food. She could not be weak.
To escape the clutches of the devil named Hector, she had to become stronger.
"Hector, you bastard!" The girl muttered as she stabbed a piece of apple with her fork. "When all of this is over, I'm going to kill him! Before that, I'll cut off his manhood!"
On the other side, Hector's blue eyes were still focused on Estelle. The man had been watching from the gap of the door that hadn't been fully closed. When he heard the girl's curses, a smile curled on his lips.
"Master," Mattheo's voice broke the silence.
Closing the door, Hector shifted his attention. "Is everything ready?"
"All preparations are complete," Mattheo replied.
Hector's grin widened. Finally, the thing he had been waiting for would become reality. Before Lucille came and ruined everything, he would make Estelle bound to him first.
"Start the plan after I return," Hector said.
"Yes, Master."
He would not leave a single mistake. Even if he had to lock Estelle inside a golden cage, he didn't care.
As long as the girl remained within his reach.
***