51 Become My Woman! (2/2)

The man inspected the man that was wrapped around the woman, his hair was green and his eyes were the same a haunting green. Looking into the man eyes was like staring into an endless abyss of madness.

He couldn't help but draw in a quick breath, he'd indeed managed to dodge the fist of that man, but only by a hair. An intense amount of force was behind that fist as well, snapping his fingers, another man walked forward.

”Mistress, it's been so long you did you miss me? Is that why you summoned me? Or was it because this scum had thoughts of making you his woman? What a sad fool, he couldn't satisfy you at all!” The green haired man spoke as he rubbed his body against the woman with the cold features, she raised her hand and pushed at the man.

”You never learn, clean up this trash for me!” She clicked her tongue as she commanded a hard light passing through her eyes as she locked eye contact with him. Another cold chill raced through his back.

A tremor ran through the man's body... it was fear.

”I'm Melvyn Illiad, a member of the Free Union of Players,” the brutish man quickly spoke a condescending tone in his voice.

The woman cast him another glance before she decided to reply, ”Rain, it's a tragedy to meet you,” she says with open disdain.

The big man that had stepped forward, darted forward swinging out with his sword in hand. Aiming it for the Envy, who lazily raised a hand and caught the sword as if it was nothing.

Sweat began to pour out of Melvyn's face and down his body.

”Mistress...” Envy sang lightly.

”Kill him,” to which she replied casually.

He couldn't see how it happened but the big man was now split in two, blood rained like a small fountain from the man as he landed on the ground with a loud thud.

”What shall I do about the one that tried to touch you,” the green haired man sang a twisted smile on his face as he locked eyes with Melvyn, who at this point sorely regretted his choice in picking a fight with the woman.

No matter how beautiful or how bad he wanted her, it didn't mean he was willing to give his life up for it.

”Take his right arm,” she replied flippantly as she turned away and headed back towards the other woman that had her arms wrapped around the little girl.

”I would take your life, but for now an arm will suffice,” a voice chuckled by his ear and before he could respond, he felt the sharp blade of a knife slice through his arm like it was nothing.

A scream ripped out of his mouth as blood poured down his arm. Then he felt a kick to his chest and he was sent flying through the air like a mentor, only to land far away.

At that moment the face of that woman and the clown man would haunt him till he drew his last breath.