Chapter 7: Chapter 7

Merille leaned back against Black-Eye’s still body and the lack of warmth against her skin caused her throat to tighten. Killing always filled her with guilt. It was a necessity in this line of work but not something she could grow accustomed to even after doing it countless times.

It was a means of survival and, most times, the only means so she could not afford to hesitate when the situation arose.

She groped blindly around his girthy waist and found the wooden handle after a moment. She slipped his dagger from its sheath before carefully turning the blade toward the rope binding her wrists and cutting the restraint.

A sigh escaped her lips at the sensation of blood flowing freely through her stiff arms as she massaged the aches from her shoulders.

Fortunately, the noise did not alert the other bandits. Maybe they were too far away to hear or just thought the pudgy man was being a bit rough while having another go at her. Whichever the case, they had just given the precious time needed to free herself.

She crept out into the empty corridor. More rough wood panels and stuffy air. She huffed in lungs full of humid breath and was thankful to leave the nauseating stench of cum and sloshy floor behind.

Her bare feet left wet prints on the floorboard as she moved silently through the dusty passage. Murky globs dripped from her abused holes before trickling down her naked thighs, a stark reminder of the depraved things they had done to her.

Now, I’m going to pay you back… She growled, clenching the dagger tighter in her fist.

A head-on fight against the remaining three bandits would put her at a significant disadvantage in her current state. With her legs still trembling from countless climaxes and exhaustion and her mind clouded with lingering desire, her only option was to take them out swiftly.

Sound of casual footfalls heightened her senses as the petite merc approached the end of the corridor. Crooked-Nose strolled across the small communal hall with a steaming bowl in one hand and a piece of bread in the other.

There was spring to his steps and a smile on his lips. The same way a man who had spent a good hour in a brothel would. Only he got to empty his sack and still kept all the silver. That probably made him a much happier man…but not for long.

The delicious pain he inflicted abruptly flooded her mind and she staggered to one knee. The asshole was fond of her breasts. He spent half the night kneading her soft mounds and the other half pinching and pulling on her nipples.

The sensation of his fingers came back vividly, coaxing heat to churn in her loin. She had arched into his torturous touch and even begged him for more pain. The memory caused wetness to seep between her legs as her hand felt over the bruises he had left on her pert breast.

Even after being fucked until she passed out from exhaustion, a part of her still yearned for more. More humiliation. More degradation. More of their cocks pounding senses out of her.

Stop! Not now! She gritted teeth and forcefully pulled her groping hand away.

Her fingers tightened around the dagger as Merille darted out of the shadow. Her strides barely made any sound on the coarse wood. His back was turned toward her so the lean bandit did not see when she pounced on him.

Sharp steel flashed in yellow glow-crystal light as it arced down toward his throat. Her free hand cupped over his mouth a heartbeat before the blade plunged into the tender flesh of his neck. 

Crooked-Nose managed a single muffled yelp before it turned into a bloody gurgle. His arms sagged and the bowl clattered on the floor. The loud clunk reverberated across the empty space, forcing her to quickly withdraw the dagger and lower his limp body.

“Shit!” she muttered, creeping over him and straining to hear any sound of movement.

“What was that?!” a raspy voice yelped before Broken-Tooth bolted upright from a bench behind the long table in the center of the hall.

He turned to see her crouching form but did not react until he saw his dead friend at her feet. The grogginess disappeared as panic filled his expression a second later.

“The fuck!” he cried, shooting to his feet while his trembling hands fumbled with the weapon on his belt.

A whiff of pungent stench flooded her mind with the sensation of the bandit plowing in and out of her throat and she froze. Drool filled her mouth as her tongue recalled his taste. The yearning for his seed flooded her thoughts instantly and she could barely think of anything but his cock.

“Boss! Boss! The Raven…S-She…” Broken-Tooth sputtered, inching away.

“Get a fucking grip!” Merille snarled before ramming a fist across her face.

Pain helped clear her mind somewhat and the tang of iron washed away the phantom bitter salt in her mouth. She shook her head once, forcing away the daze.

“Boss!” he yelled, turning to look down the corridor on the other side of the communal hall. Likely, thinking he was safe with the long table and some distance between them.

The petite merc reached for the toppled bowl and flung it at him. She willed her legs to move and rushed after the projectile. She leaped onto the bench then the table.

The wooden bowl struck hard the side of his head, cutting any more shouts of alarm as he staggered back. She lunged from the table but her foot slipped, causing her to tumble off its edge instead. The loss of momentum forced her into a rolling crouch instead of a graceful leap.

She thrust out her dagger once at the end of the roll. The pointed tip of her weapon found the lean muscles of his stomach before punching through easily, coaxing a pained grunt from him.

“B-Bitch!” he spat, his body trembling with immense agony.

She withdrew the dagger and he lurched away, his strength visibly waning from the wound in his gut. Broken-Tooth collapsed to his knees before the blade slipped from his fingers. He tried to grab for it but she kicked it out of his reach.

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Merille grimaced at the sight of red rivers pouring between his fingers. Judging from the amount of blood pouring out, his internal organ must have been punctured by the stab. Unless he had one of those Vigor that hunters used, he was beyond saving.

Bleeding out from a stomach wound was a long agonizing death. If killing filled her with guilt, watching life drained slowly from someone, even her enemies, overwhelmed her with heart wrenching agony.

“Pl-Please…don’t kill me…” Broken-Tooth blurted, his eyelids fluttered with effort to remain open.

Without a word, she pulled him close then stabbed the dagger upward from below his ribcage. He gasped before his hands dropped at his sides. A lump formed in her throat as his breathing stopped and he went slack against her.

They were planning to hand you over to Todd as a broken whore, remember? she thought, laying his corpse gently on the floor. There’s no reason to pity them. This was their choice!

A soft creak snapped her from the guilt-ridden thoughts. Her fingers clenched around the slick handle of the dagger as her attention turned toward the last bandit.

“Why the fuck are you shouting?!” Salus’s voice echoed down the narrow passage, his boots thudding lazily toward the hall.

Her pussy quivered as his demeaning words played back in her mind. Her clit tingled, recalling his teasing touch. Arousal oozed down her inner thighs and the need to find release nearly overcame her.

No! Hold yourself together, Merille. You can get to fucking once you’re out of here! She snarled, fighting down the urge to stroke herself.

The blonde strolled into the communal hall, a hand in his pocket and a frown creasing his forehead in frustration.

“What do you wa—” The words died on his gaping mouth when he saw her.

Merille forced a dark smile to her lips as she uncoiled. Coupling with the blood-soaked dagger in her hand, the effect was apparent on his face.

“What the fuck?! How?” he stammered in confusion and panic but still had the awareness to reach for his weapon.

“Why did Todd betray me?” she asked in a slow and steady tone, forcing down another spike of desire at the sight of him.

“How the fuck should I know! He paid me five gold and will pay another five when I deliver you.” He lifted a hand placatingly then gulped. “Look, he was the one who came up with this plan. He even gave me the drug. S-So he should be the one you’re angry at, right?”

The petite merc pursed her lips and tapped her chin with a finger. “True,” she mused. “But you did all this to me.” She spread her arms, showing him the dripping cum and bruises on her naked body.

His mouth moved but no excuse or blame came out. “I already killed three today and there’s no need for more blood,” she said and meant it. “Surrender and I’ll spare your life.” Her knees wobbled as soon as the words left her lips and she stumbled sideways.

Salus saw the opportunity and rushed at her. His dagger glinted silver as it came for her exposed belly. She parried the attack with her blade and sparks flew between them. She spun away, breathing heavily from the sudden exertion.

Fuck! She growled at the heaviness in her limbs as if blocks of lead were chained to her wrists and ankles.

“Sparing my life? How about you drop that knife and beg for my cock on your knees instead?” he offered with a chuckle, clearing thinking he had the upper hand in this fight.

She gritted her teeth and shoved away the urge to comply. “Why don’t you make me? If you think you can that is,” she said, mustering an edge to her voice.

“I’m going to fuck you up real good this time, bitch,” he spat then lunged at her.

Merille did not have the strength in her legs to move swiftly but she was prepared for his attack this time.

His shoulder tensed up and his knuckles turned white around the handle of his dagger. She lurched forward as his blade thrust out and twisted her body. His attack passed within an inch of her midriff before her steel plunged into his chest.

Salus let out a surprised retch as his blue eyes went wide with panic. His dagger slipped from his fingers a moment later before his body went slack. She pushed him off, leaving her weapon planted in his torso and winced when his body crashed on the floor with a thud.

It’s not your fault they had to die. She told herself, standing silently amidst their corpses.

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