It's been hours since we have been following this monster into the forest. I am still shaking from the memories of what he did in the underground slave pens.
I have been trying to signal to Uirwen to plan our escape from this devil before something happens.
POV view: Uirwen
Anwen has been trying to imply we escape but I wonder how far will we get with these slave collars.
POV view:??
We need to find water and shelter soon. It was dawn when I left the slave pens, now its midday and soon it will be dusk before I know it. I have been checking the notifications, it seems when in combat or when my mind is intensely focus on something the notifications are delayed.
The rest of notifications were pointless. Who I killed and what I found.
After focusing on my senses, they have become sharper. I can hear running water and I head in that directions. We come up on a river and I rush forward and drink to my fill.
Thought I would die of thirst. My companions are much more elegant in their approach. Highborn ladies perhaps. I didn't notices those. I focus in on their ears which previously was hidden by their hair. Slightly pointed. Humans? Not likely. Once I find shelter, I will start getting answers.
I would like to make camp close to the river but hidden. I don't particularly want to constantly fight the beasts of the forest. "Lets follow the river uphill. I want to try and find a cave. It will allow one entrance."
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As usually for the past few hours, there is silence from my companions. I take it, they don't have it in them to disagree with me.
A hour or two later, I stumbled on a cave. my clothes is bloody from killing everything that has so far tried to eat us. These locals are so unfriendly. Sighing, I toss the dead oversized boar in the corner. the encounter with this guy was unique and I figure the least I can do is roast him. Looking back, it was odd. Sky diving off a cliff towards us. Shaking my head. I look back at the two women. "Do you remember the bargain?"
they look ready to bolt. "You could try running but we all know neither of you can escape me or make it far with those collar binding you."
Taking out the crystal I got from the beady eyes. I focus on it.
I guess, I have to figure out how to use this. before release them, I need some assurance.
mm..
"I would like to get your blood oath to become mine."
"What, the collars are not enough?"
I smile "No"
"Can you at least give us a dagger to draw blood"
I hesitate for a moment not because I fear them but because I feel odd. I feel like I am on autopilot. Drawing a dagger, I motion for green eye's hands. Filling my voice with magic, I ask "Do you give this blood freely?" something is controlling me. I want to claim them in the deepest way possible. I desire them, I want them. they are mine forever. I am losing my mind. The little I have. I cut green eye's index finger and greedly raise it to my mouth ingesting her blood. I repeat the process with dark blue. Asking if she give me her blood freely. last, I cut both of my indexes and hold them to their mouths. The whole ritual is suprisingly quick. The Magic in the cave is so thick, I feel I am breathing it.
*DING
I am broken from my trance.
The Fuck
This was never what I set out to do.
POV Change:Anwen
*DING
"Goddess, what have I done"
POV Change:Uirwen
*DING
Bound to a monster in the form of a man.
I thought about why i should or shouldn't shackle the MC with women. I wanted a borderline sociopath that won't be bothered by destory anything in sight for personal gain. While at the same time has two people to pull him back and give him a bit of mortality. Notice the MC isn't bothered by anything he has done so far?