Nianta sat nervously beside the bed, half of her butt hanging outside. She kept stirring her fingers, her head buried in her chest, and she didn't even dare to raise her head. Her husband, who was in the room, was drunk and lay on the table and slept. Just hearing his snoring, Nianta couldn't help feeling disgusted.

The kiss at the wedding oath ceremony made her vomit almost on the spot. She originally planned to refuse, but she didn't understand why the words became a promise when they were on their lips. Then she almost had no resistance, and even without reacting, she was tightly clung to her fat arms. Her strength seemed to have completely disappeared, and her struggle was weak and powerless. Her tears were even seen as emotional joy.

Is it because of magic? Nianta didn't know. She could do nothing about it.

She touched the small crystal bottle hidden in her arms. Through the thin silk skirt, she could feel the hardness under her bra. The small bottle was close to her skin and had long become warmer by body temperature. She put her hands on her chest, and the bottle hurt her chest. She couldn't make up her mind for a long time. No one saw her, the only person who was addicted to dreams.

Maybe, there was no need tonight? She looked up at Patton. He was sleeping too much, like a full fat pig. He probably couldn't wake up tonight, right? She prayed to the gods in the sky. Outside the room, the city was caring, and the cheerful shouts sounded particularly harsh to her. She understood that their joy was definitely not for her and the man in front of her, but for Leo and the woman who made her afraid. That woman... she couldn't help but shivered.

"Don't reveal any flaws." At dawn before the wedding oath ceremony, the alchemist found her and once again seriously warned her, "Especially when Erula is present, don't let her discover your secret."

She was always nervous today because the female magician was always by her side. She probably didn't notice it. She was thinking uneasy and thoughts with unsure. However, when she thought of the helplessness that could not be controlled, fear followed. It spread to her chest like a plague, causing her to feel unbearable suffocation.

"You have to drink it anyway." The alchemist said to her without a doubt. "It protects you."

What can I protect me? Neanta was not particularly clear. But what he said was obviously the time. She was willing to trust the alchemist without reservation. Although she did not know where this trust came from, in her eyes, it seemed like the first creature seen by the young birds who opened their eyes, who would instinctively regard it as their mother. The same was true for her. In her memory, the first person she opened her eyes and saw was exactly him. That sense of security dependence made her willing to do whatever he ordered.

Despite the decision, she still had a war in her mind for a while. However, when she found that the prince's snoring had subsided, his body was shaking, as if he would suddenly wake up. An inexplicable fear grabbed her, and she quickly pulled out a transparent crystal bottle from her bra. The transparent liquid flashed in a blurry luster, shining brightly under the candlelight. Nianta stared at it, unable to look away for a moment. She felt that her entire soul was sucked in.

A sob woke her up. The prince moved, and a moan of unknown significance came out of his throat. His eyelids were pounding, as if he would open his eyes at any time. Neanta could not hesitate anymore. Fear drove her to pull out the bottle plug at all costs and swallow the liquid inside the bottle in one mouthful.

An unbearable bitter smell suddenly appeared in her mouth. Nianta couldn't help but lay down and retching. But until her tears covered her cheeks, she couldn't vomit anything. The liquid seemed to have penetrated into her limbs. She knelt on the ground and gasped. However, this was just the beginning. She felt the blood accelerate, and the blood vessels were resonating with the sound of beating outside gongs and drums under her skin. She was so scared that she was in terrifying. They were swelling like they were about to burst, and they were rumbling in her ears. She heard her heartbeat beating violently at a frequency of hundreds of times a second. Her mind became blurred and her eyes were pitch black. She tried to call for help, but something seemed to be stuffed in her throat and could not make any sound.

Just when she felt that she was about to die, all the discomfort seemed to have never appeared before, without any trace. Nianta suspected that the pain she had before was her illusion. However, she lay on the ground, as if she had crawled out of the water, and was wet all over her body. She realized that it was not her dream. She supported the ground with her hands and tried hard to sit up again. She was worried that the man would suddenly wake up and see her appearance. Even though the other party was drunk, she probably wouldn't care.

When she got up, she saw her hand again. There was a wound that ran through the palm of her hand. It was terrifying and terrifying, and it was like a twisted red centipede. She didn't know how it came about, and no one told her. She had never asked. She had a little memory of her past, which was vague, as if it was the memory of her previous life.

She had long lost her impression of her parents. Although people kept saying that she was the daughter of the Golden Ship Earl and the heir of Hejiandi, she could only vaguely think of some fragmented fragments. However, she was too small in her memory, far from now, and she didn't know how to find the large gap in the middle. She knew that everyone around her knew it clearly, and from their flashing eyes, avoiding words, and shifting the topic, she knew it clearly in her heart.

They are all for my own good. Neanta always thinks so. Because there is always viciousness and hatred in other people's eyes, they want to peel her skin, cut her flesh, and tie her to the stake. They use all their malicious words to accuse her of cursing her. They say that she was a monster, a horrible night witch who seduces men and kills them.

Night Witch? She is both familiar and unfamiliar with this word.

She didn't know what it was, but it was definitely not a good word. She touched the wedge-shaped stone hanging on her chest and couldn't help but be afraid. If she picked it off, would I become her? If I were really the Night Witch, would I remember the lost memories? She didn't know. The more she thought about it, the more she felt scared. The alchemist refused to tell her... it must be bad things. She suddenly didn't want to face these things. Even if she forever forgets those memories, she didn't want to become that way. She was afraid that she would not be able to face her former self. The fearful Night Witch.

She lowered her hand holding the wedge stone.

It was late at night, but the carnival outside was just around the corner. Through the open high and narrow windows, a wisp of hot and humid sea breeze blew in with the smell of honey and smoke, accompanied by the buzzing voices. This was a grand celebration. The fire illuminated the night sky and covered the bright moonlight. The sky above the temple was filled with fire. It was even more magnificent than the city of Thousand Lakes that day, which was trapped in the sea of ​​fire, and was like a feast of death.

Neanta lamented, and couldn't help but imagine how the alchemist would spend with that woman in another room. Will they watch the gorgeous performances held by these people for their wedding? Or is it now... she doesn't know. Her eyes fell in the room, staring at the twisting prince, and dare not sleep.

However, the Sandman finally visited her.

Her eyelids were fighting, as heavy as a thousand pounds. Her head was hanging on her chest, she fell asleep and woke up. There was a moment of awakening in the middle. She looked at the sky outside the window, which was still dark night sky. Then she couldn't support it and fell on the bed and fell asleep. She was so tired.

I don’t know how long I slept, but in a daze, she felt something heavy was pressing on her body and was still tearing her dress. In a trance, she thought she was still in a dream. But when the ghost-like thing touched the wedge stone on her chest, she was suddenly awakened. She realized that this was not a dream, nor was it a ghost!

She opened her eyes suddenly, and the prince lay on her like a wild dog. His hand reached into her clothes and grabbed her chest. His head was buried beside her neck, and his tongue was stretched out to lick her armpits. He snorted a stinking smell of disgusting alcohol in his mouth. She screamed loudly.

"No, no!" She struggled hard, her nails grabbed blood marks on the other party's body, and her legs kept kicking. "Get out!" However, this seemed to encourage the other party's tyranny. The other party grabbed her hands and rode on her, and no matter how she struggled, it would be useless. Her white and tender breasts were exposed to the air, and her breasts were standing erect, making her feel particularly ashamed, and she burst into tears. "Let me go." She begged helplessly.

The man was extremely excited about it. The prince took off all his clothes and revealed his ugly round body. His protruding belly was uglier than wild boars and fat maggots. "You are my slave, woman." The other party announced.

She could only fight with tears.

She could only hope that the potion she drank would work, but the wedge stone was still hanging around her neck, suppressing the effect. She couldn't help but regret her carelessness. Then, the man leaned down. The greasy body tightly pressed against her body, and she almost vomited out. When the fatty hands touched her again, she screamed sharply, but then the fermented mouth stinking her mouth. The man tightly stuck her cheeks and forced his tongue into her mouth.

Shame and despair and fear made her crazy. She struggled desperately and twisted her body wildly, but this was useless, which made the man feel even more stimulating. Finally, she closed her teeth hard and bit herself and the other person's tongue. The man let out a scream of pain. All of their mouths were red blood.

The prince slapped her in anger.

"I am your king, your master!" He angrily fired his bow. "Slave, you have to pay the price for this. I will soon let you understand how to please your husband!"

The man rushed up again, crazily tearing the few clothes left on her body, leaving red and purple marks on her body with his teeth and fingers. She screamed in pain, "Give me aside, spare me..." It was just her begging that helped him grow his anger. "This is your fate, I will teach you what to do if you become a slave to a man!"

He took off all his clothes, then pulled off the last bit of rag that she had covered, and then pulled off the necklace that she hung around her neck. "Woman, keep calling, the louder you scream, the happier I am."

But he soon couldn't be happy-
Chapter completed!