Chapter 99: My Room

"Ta-Tania," Tania stammered, shaking her head repeatedly, confused between the various feelings that assaulted her.  Walls that rub against the finger attack, like stabbing quite painfully.  But swishes and explosions welled up throughout her body as if churning in her heart.

"So your name is Tania, hm?"  Baron Jason stirred inside her, after dropping the waistband, spread legs trembling and moving restlessly, enjoying her prettiness that ensnared him time and time again.  "Your name is quite beautiful, as is your face," he commented halfheartedly, covering some of the truth with lies.

He still didn't want to honestly say that she had captivated him.  He was a noble who shouldn't have feelings for a commoner of average beauty.  If he couldn't get someone as beautiful as Lyra, then he should at least get someone who wasn't that different from her.

"But why do you look beautiful?"  he whispered subconsciously, focusing his eyes on her body, shaking with excitement and confusion.  His finger moved slyly, brushing over the swollen lips.

"I already answered your question!"  She said with difficulty, with her head stumbling and almost collapsing.  Now she looked up, along with caresses on her neck, smothering the chest and toying with the peak.

"I am the one who has the right to decide whether I should stop helping you or not."

"You're not helping me."  Gasping for air, trying to get away but still lost by her feelings for him.  "I can do it myself.  I can change clothes myself."

"Now I'm not helping you change clothes," he whispered, kissing her cheek again.  "But I'm helping you to let go of all the feelings you're holding back."  Jab deeper, saw her scream until it exploded along with overflowing love.

Lying down, she looked down at him, who smiled a little when he saw her.

"I will help you let it all go.  Do you want?"  he was tempted, seeing her not responding to anything.  "Tania."  Bite her ear lobe, and start playing with it, seeing her struggling to keep her sanity.  "Just give up!  What makes you want to hold back?  Don't you want me too?"  Grinning when he saw her moan uncontrollably.

Now he tugged at her clothes slowly, starting at easy angles, then uncovered them and pulled them in perfectly.  His eyes lit up when he saw her pretty chest, which was perfectly curvy even though it was an unattractive size.  But strangely he felt that was precisely what made her look beautiful.

"Yours is quite small," he commented, circling the peak of her tightening and defiantly.  "Do you want to make them bigger?"

Only the gasping of her appeared, along with the crook of her stomach because she was still holding back, which churned as her fingers ran and ran there, making it slanted and puffed up alternately, crowding her outstretched chest.

"You didn't answer," he whispered again, kissing her lips.  "I know you want it.  I'll help you."

"Don't you see the wounds that are on my body?"  With difficulty, she said, though she didn't dodge as the tongue sucked in and tickled the very sensitive chest.

Those words stopped him for a moment as if giving him a painful slap, making him realize how many sins and abominations he had committed so far.  All the nightmares and the past hit back, like a rumbling wave and drowned many lives just because of his arrogance.

His eyes roamed her body, from head to toe, once again realizing how many wounds lay on her soft and clean skin, and it was all because of him.

His fingertips touched her wound, rubbed it gently, and heard her moaning in pain.  There was a surge of regret in her, even though she couldn't do anything to erase all the wounds, leaving her skin intact as it was.

"How could I want you and want it at the same time?  It seems you can't think properly," said Tania firmly.  She was a gentle girl, a loving mother figure depicted in her.  But this time she looks like a brave teenage girl, who is fighting for the truth for the sake of many people.

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At least she assumed the responsibility of protecting Lyra at this time, a promise she had made to herself all along.

Baron Jason didn't answer, stunned by the various muddled thoughts.  A moment later his gaze fell on her, on her figure leaning against the musty and damp prison wall.

In no time he realized that he was the one who had locked her up, who had moved and placed her from a decent dwelling to hell.  So does he still deserve her?

'But why do I have to think that far?' he thought in confusion, questioning the essence of his feelings, looking at her eyes that were shaking with various things.

'I do not care.  I just need revenge.' But when his fingertips almost touched her skin, he suddenly stopped, especially when he saw her body trembling with fear and cold.

Turning to the clothes piled up on the mat, he helped her to put on new clothes, wrapped her body with a warm blanket, then was silent for a while.

The sound of her groaning because of the wounds seemed to slash her, giving off a strange feeling of a kind of deep sympathy.  Even though they had never known each other before, they didn't know each other.

Gloomy, he even went silent when he saw her looking restless and scared when he wanted to hug her and protect her at all times, making sure she was safe.  Does that make sense?  Why?

Finally, the inner turmoil was endless, sucking every essence from his soul, as well as his common sense because of a grudge.  Suddenly he felt self-conscious and did not know himself.

'Looks like I'm too sleepy,' he thought, then stood up without saying anything, and returned to his room.

Tania glared even after breathing a sigh of relief.  There was nothing more comforting than seeing Baron Jason leave her alone, even in a dark and stuffy, and terrible prison.

She could hear the night birds clearly, as well as some strange sounds such as hoarse voices from the bottom of the earth, excessive scraping of twigs, and other sounds.

"But at least he's gone," she whispered, straightening her seat, tugging at her sore, sore leg, looking down at the clothes that had just stuck to her body.  "I didn't expect to be able to put on clothes with Baron Jason's help."  Playing with the hem of her clothes, struggling with various feelings.

"But I can't get too carried away.  I have to remember that he used me to hurt Lyra."  Finally, she was able to convince herself in earnest.

Another voice gathered and slipped in shortly after, drowning out her steady breathing.  When her face looked up to see and check the situation, her eyes widened, when suddenly she saw the figure of Baron Jason coming back to her, approaching then holding her body.

"My Lord!"  she squealed.  "What are you doing?  Where do I want to be taken?"

"My room," he said simply, walking again without needing to speak.

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