Chapter 20: Chap. 17 : Crack the Moon

Zoemie looked at the woman, horrified, her mind perfectly clear, before the feeling cheered mockingly. "What the fuck is this shit ?" she let out, her tone dripping not with contempt, outrage or hatred, but sheer surprise. What the fuck... What the actual fuck ?

Thanks for that one, she expressed internally, the feeling answering her with subdued cheer. If I got caught by that collar, it would have really fucking sucked. She then took a step forwards towards the woman, who stood dumbstruck by surprise and horror alike. "Drop the bow, and kneel."

Zoemie ordered, and the woman tried to resist, but the collar did something to her. The woman glared at Zoemie with fear and hate in her eyes, the masked girl averting her own gaze. The woman's hand started opening, and her bow dropped to the ground, the feeling mocking the woman within her mind.

Zoemie teleported the bow inside of her dungeon, and tried to consider, the feeling within her mind growing in intensity. It screamed of going further, of humiliating the archer. It called to her curiosity about the adventurer's equipment, to her anger at having been distracted, to the archer's physical beauty for Zoemie to take.

NO. Zoemie decided internally, pissed off as can be as she started talking. "...You're just like every last one of the others, right ?" Her voice grew stronger, hate and anger and exhaustion warping Zoemie's perceptions as she paced left and right, her arms behind her back.

"You hate me. That's why you came here, right ? Because you hate me and want to see me suffer. Or maybe because someone who did hate me pay you ?" She turned towards the kneeling archer, who stared at her.

"Who the fuck sent you here ? Lyna ? That redheaded cunt ? Rickard ?" No. "Not Rickard. Bastard would've just rather raped you himself instead." Urgh. Zoemie, even if she loathed both Rickard and the archer, was still grossed out. "Disgusting jackass..." she whispered, starting to pace again.

"Some local noble, maybe ? Thinking it's a bluff or trying to use me for their own ends ? Jerks. They're all jerks. And you're a jerk too ! You're just as two-faced, greedy, and petty as the others. And this is why I hate people ! Why couldn't you fucking listen !" The feeling surged unpleasantly, Zoemie pressing her head between her hands.

"All I ever asked for fucking peace and quiet and of course the first thing you stupid-arse Ms. Cuntbag do is come here just to piss me off !" The feeling raged within Zoemie, trying to coax her into engaging in further violence, Zoemie clenching her head between her hands.

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Xajymzia stared at the human, keeping her expression neutral despite not being calm at all. The blonde human's muscles tensed, as she leaped forwards, sticky with sweat and breathing heavily. The brawler went for a direct jab. Deflect to side, wait for better opening.

Xajymzia, however, conjured a person-sized... she'd call it a basin but the word wasn't quite right, coated with an invisibility spell. Next came a guarded kick, Xajymzia dodging to the side and setting up binding traps within the basin. The forest deserved better than to be fed with the blood of the human, Xajymzia had concluded.

The fight was in Xajymzia's favor overall, but the death of the enemy defender had helped in more way than one, as it allowed her to solely focus on one enemy even beyond the vengeful satisfaction. The woman leaped back, and went for an overhead smash. This attack will do.

Xajymzia blocked with her arms, and struck with an horizontal slash instead. The blow didn't slide off the human's weakened skin unlike before, but cut inside, leaving a wound behind. The human's face twisted in pain and horror as she leaped backwards, looking at the injury in disbelief.

Xajymzia then blasted the human in the face, sending her tumbling backwards, before slamming the basin in her ankle at high speed, making the human trip and fall. There was a mechanical noise as the traps activated, manacles sprouting from the grounds around the human's wrists, who tried to resist them as they pulled her arms behind her.

Xajymzia smiled evilly as she stared at the human, who was laying on her side and unable to get back up. Victory. She walked forwards, looking at her enemy struggling against the binds, staying out of kick range as she let her fury come out.

"I hate you.", the maid admitted. "You have disturbed this haven's peace, attempted to strongarm my charge, and when that failed attempted to subjugate her instead. And that is disregarding what you would have done had you succeeded." Her eyes gleamed with hatred. "Tell me, human. How many have you slaughtered ?"

"Clearly... not enough..." the human answered with a grin of defiant cheek. Xajymzia walked away, putting a bit more distance between her and the wounded human, whose insides started to spill into the basin.

The maid stared in the void, before spinning back towards the human, almost dumbstruck. "You drank this place's mana to empower yourself, so selfishly..." The human stared at Xajymzia, who enjoyed a little the poetic justice. "You sicken me." the maid said after a while, her voice cold and hard as she watched her enemy die.

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Zoemie felt the feeling within her mind surge, raring to go, screaming for the woman's tears and blood and bones and guts, to drink and spill and break and tear. "God... fucking... DAMMIT !"

Zoemie grabbed a tree's trunk and slammed her masked head against it, before reinforcing the trunk to avoid damaging it, and slamming her head again.

"Why the fuck... did you come here ?" she screamed at the woman despite not even looking at her. "If you didn't cross... the fucking border... fucking dammit !" Dammit ! Zoemie, you cunt, control yourself ! "I can't let you go ! You'd have had no fucking mercy ! So why do you deserve any ?"

There was a look on the woman's face as Zoemie kept headbutting the tree. Any outside observer would consider Zoemie to be ludicrously unhinged after seeing such behavior. "This is all... your own damn fault !" They're going to laugh at you when they know about it ! Imagine what would Neth think !

"And now... you're going to die... because you couldn't... LEAVE WELL ENOUGH FUCKING ALONE !" Who's gonna tell her ? That bitch ? She's taking this to her grave. The feeling within her mind accepted silence, before ordering a command, using Zoemie's mana without controlling her, the archer forced to obey as Zoemie felt rage surge within her.

What the FUCK ? Come on, that's gross ! Zoemie snarled internally at the feeling as the archer started undressing herself, forced by her own slave collar to obey. The feeling within Zoemie's mind luxuriated in the vengeful joy of humiliating the woman, while Zoemie stared at the tree. She had no intention whatsoever of letting the archer go, but didn't want to look either.

Zoemie focused. She really didn't want to do this. But there's no other way out of this mess, huh... Fuck ! Dammit ! This is so unfair ! Zoemie sighed. She wanted to kick and cry and scream, but instead gathered what little willpower she had remaining, and conjured traps around the perimeter as the archer finished undressing herself, Zoemie teleporting the clothing in her workshop.

I'll check it out tomorrow. She tried to not stare at the beautiful woman at her mercy even as the feeling urged her to humiliate her more, to beat and whip and... NO. I refuse. Zoemie didn't know why she was so adamantly against... whatever the feeling wanted her to do, so she decided to take drastic denial measures, stomping her foot hard as she overwhelmed the collar with raw mana.

There was a fizzling noise, and a "clank" as it fell to the ground, Zoemie pointedly staring away to the best of her ability from the attractive, naked woman. The feeling was furious, but Zoemie didn't care either way. I'm not going further, no matter how much she may deserve it.

The traps were set. Zoemie smiling as the cunt started to run away. "Do you know why forests are dangerous ?" Zoemie said tauntingly,the woman starting to turn towards her. "Because death can come from anywhere." The woman gasped in surprise as a trap activated, a vine coiling around her neck.

There was a short moment of silence from both the woman and the feeling, and then the vine lifted the archer up, the feeling cheering with glee, Zoemie clenching her head. Is this finally over ? Zoemie looked at the woman as she started gurgling, clear-headed at last, and then walked away.

She had no desire to watch the archer die, no matter how hot she was or how much she deserved it. The feeling that had plagued her mind since the beginning of the fight did not come along, to Zoemie's relief, instead staying behind. Fucking finally.

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Xajymzia looked at the human, who was still very much fighting against her binds, her guts and blood spilling out from her open stomach wound. Hmm. Xajymzia noticed Zoemie was done, and moved herself behind the human, deciding to imitate her charge and strip the human down.

Xajymzia had two objectives : ensure the human's equipment would be undamaged for later analysis, and humiliate her further. The maid used her mana to overwhelm the human's own, the adventurer using it to hold on her clothes.

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After a fair bit of focus and channeling, Xajymzia won out, teleporting the human's top and bra away first. Requires time and focus. Highly impractical to impossible in battle, Xajymzia considered calmly as the human's eyes widened in surprise, her spitting out a "What do you think... you're doing ?" while Xajymzia noticed something.

The maid looked at the... she wasn't quite sure of what it was. A mark ? A tattoo, maybe ? Something seemingly... drawn ? close to the human's left shoulderblade, clearly put here intentionally. Xajymzia conjured a camera and took a photography of it, putting the image in storage for further analysis.

She decided she would check the archer too, as well. Has Zoemie not noticed ? High probability of negative, on second thought. Zoemie... did not really notice things. Her spatial awareness was poor, she tended to bump into things and was rather oblivious. Self shall doublecheck.

Xajymzia then removed the remainder of the human's clothing in the same fashion : gloves, pants, underwear, socks and shoes, the woman shaking harder against the binds at every removal. Will have to be cleaned and desodorized before research. Although it did make sense considering the intense fight, the clothes smelled of sweat and blood, and the shoes were even worse about it.

She also put it on the to-do list for the archer's clothes as well. Xajymzia considered, and decided to check the archer, teleporting slightly behind her position... and promptly slightly further behind, dodging the woman's leg. Assumption was correct, she confirmed, looking at her upper back.

An image was taken of the archer's mark as well, Xajymzia comparing the two images, and confirming the match. It did not tell her what it was, however. There was no telling if the armored figure had any, considering that, much to Xajymzia's satisfaction, they had been destroyed so thoroughly only said armor remained.

The maid considered rubbing it in the archer's face, as well, and decided to do so, teleporting in front of the suffering, purple-haired human. She could have said something to the woman, but ultimately decided against it, simply waving at her with a smug smile before leaving. Seem adventurers are more resilient than average humans. Now, it's working against them.

Xajymzia returned to the blonde human, who was finally starting to slow down, her belly having thinned due to a lot of its content falling out, bowels spilled in the basin. Her resilience in the face of death had been almost admirable, her wrists abraded raw and almost bleeding from struggling against the binds on her wrists.

The human looked at Xajymzia, her face slick with sweat and eyes full of hate still, despite being on her last hour. The maid smiled at her, a smug thing full of schadenfreude, the last thing the adventurer would ever see as she fell unconscious.

Xajymzia smiled. She shook her head, and prepared herself mentally to deal with the biggest task on the list at this point – consoling her charge. Zoemie was walking towards her position, but the maid decided to teleport herself to her instead. She should probably not look at the human. Xajymzia was dubious her charge would react well to spilled entrails.

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Zoemie turned towards Xajymzia, and sighed. "Done ?" There was a nod. "Thanks for dealin' with her. Archer chick is... well, she's goin' to die eventually, but I'd rather not look." There was a warp as both Xajymzia and Zoemie found themselves back inside, the maid conjuring a couch on which Zoemie crashed, feeling hollow.

"...I am fucking exhausted. Sick and tired of all this shit." Zoemie grumbled after a while of staring at the ceiling. "It's just like before where the bastards couldn't leave me alone. Second I did something they found funny, the bastards would repeat it to my face all the damn time. And of fucking course I never knew why it made them laugh so damn much. Dickbags."

Zoemie looked away as she kept rambling. "They had fucking rotations of people pissing me off ! They had one chick by the lockers, and when I started going after this one there would be another one upstairs, and by the time I was there you can bet missy had legged it. Why ? What did I do to deserve all this crap."

She took a breath. "What do I have to do for my peace and quiet ? Why do I have to fucking kill people !" Dammit... "...Am I gonna have to blow up the whole damn country ? I don't wanna do that. It sounds tiring and annoying. I just wanna be left alone."

"I do not think large-scale destruction is going to bring you the peace and quiet you so dearly crave." Xajymzia advised, Zoemie nodding. It made sense to them. If you blow up a city, the remainder of the country is not going to lie down and take it. Both women went quiet.

Zoemie teleported to her room after a short while, crashing on her bed, and she broke down, hugging the pillow for a while as she cried. Zoemie didn't like crying. It made her thirsty and gave her headaches. I hate killing people. It hadn't been that bad against the other bandit guy, but here it felt much worse.

The hollow feeling within Zoemie grew a bit, like it did when she she thought about the other guy. Is this worse because we talked ? Because I couldn't snipe her ? Because she knew she was going to die ? Zoemie stayed here a while still, drinking some water and trying to think about her games rather that what just happened, before she noticed Xajymzia teleporting to the archer and cutting her down.

Zoemie followed suit, the maid looking at her while she dragged the naked woman by the armpits with her back limbs, acknowledging her with a nod. "She's dead ?" Zoemie asked, trying to not look at the woman, her face warped by suffering. Bitch is still hot. Like what the fuck ? "She could have been a goddamn supermodel... What a fucking waste."

Xajymzia looked at Zoemie. "Not quite dead, but she'll never wake up ever again." she explained. "I'm cutting her down so we can deal with their bodies." she explained. She had noticed a few things her charge hadn't, such as the bleeding fingers, abraded almost to the bone, the thick scar on her neck, as well as the unrelated stretch marks on the woman's lower stomach.

"...Close enough, I guess. What can we do with them anyway ?" Zoemie grumbled while folding her arms. She had no idea whatsoever about anything remotely useful she could do with them, so she decided to let Xajymzia talk. How long has she been up here ? Zoemie checked the time. An hour, maybe ?

"I could butcher them... but I do not think that is a smart idea." Zoemie seriously considered it for a while, before shaking her head. Nah, this is a terrible idea, Xaj is right. "Or I can use an ability of the dungeon to absorb their bodies." Xajymzia explained, Zoemie nodding wordlessly. That sounds good.

As Zoemie extended her hand to get rid of the archer's body, however... it was teleported away by an unknown force, Xajymzia's face hardening. "Hmph. This again." she seethed, spooking Zoemie. She spun towards Zoemie. "I shall deal with the other one." the maid said.

"Kay. Thanks." Zoemie nodded emptily in answer, trying to calm herself down and teleporting to her room, and crashed on her bed. She checked the time. 6 and an half. Zoemie opened her computer, unsure of what to do.

God, I wish Dad or Neth were here. Zoemie grumbled, and shook her head, trying to focus on a game and distract herself. There was on-an-off gaming session while Zoemie mostly spent the evening on her bed trying not to think, helped by the feeling which passed by, giving Zoemie its gratitude before fading away for good.

Ultimately, it was being called for dinner that broke Zoemie out of her reverie. At least the food's delicious. Xaj went all-out on the cheddar cream this time, huh ? Man, that's tasty, Zoemie considered as she ate the cheddar cream pasta gratin. The black-haired Warden appreciated Xajymzia going above and beyond. Considering what the day had been like, good food was actively welcome.

The night ultimately breezed by, Zoemie managing to focus solely on her gaming rather than on the day's events, as Zoemie played, hunting down rare spawns. "Today was horrifying.", Zoemie admitted to herself in a whisper as she prepared for bed. She hoped she wouldn't dream. "I hope I never have other days like this."

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The girl kept walking. She was tired, she was sweaty, she was hungry, and the jrovtaldormor was starting to get bad, she couldn't think very well. And as she kept walking, she found something. "A... human ?" she whispered in surprise, advancing slowly, her eyes confirming what she looked at.

The human had purple hair. Her eyes were open, but kind of... unfocused. The girl approached carefully. She seems injured. Her fingers were in a nasty state. The girl had neither the time nor the resources to heal the human, and she wasn't sure she wanted to either way.

The human was in arm's reach when the girl felt something on her skin. It was diffuse, it was weak, but it was enough. The girl's jaw opened, the jrovtaldormor receding a little, the girl filling with hope, as she smelled towards the direction. "Pretty far." If I rush, I might be able to make it before the cold. Maybe.

She hoisted the human, and huffed. The human wasn't very light. The girl heard a sound, and picked up the ring that fell from the human's fingers. She took it, and put it on her own. She felt something within her head fill, with items she didn't know... and some she did.

A magical sleeping tent ? Food ? And even a hunting bow ! The girl smiled. It seemed her ancestors were finally smiling on her after all this time. She gave them a short, hopeful prayer of thanks before she threw the human within the storage. Extra rations never hurt.

If she went there, she might die, or she might live. If she didn't go, she would die. Maybe it would be from the humans or the cold or failing that, late-stage jrovtaldormor, but she would die. She confirmed the location, and started running.

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