All of this was reality, not a dream.
The final scene before her consciousness vanished flashed through her mind again. Sista’s gaze, radiating anger, made her feel uneasy.
Could it be that Sista Anderson had locked her here?
Su Ling’s body couldn’t help but tremble, not because of the cold, but because of fear. She didn’t know how Sista would treat her, nor did she know what kind of fate she was about to face.
That Blood Princess would definitely… cruelly punish her for her escape, wouldn’t she?
Su Ling didn’t dare think further. She could never forget the night her first night was taken, that feeling of being in so much pain that she couldn’t even fight back.
Now, she was completely naked, wearing only the tattered remains of a Maid outfit. She was half-kneeling inside a cage, her hands cuffed behind her back, her chest forced forward, looking like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.
***
Just then, the small door to the Bedroom was pushed open, and a ray of light shone in. The silhouette of the black-haired Girl appeared particularly gloomy in the light. She wasn’t wearing the formal clothes of the palace, but rather a casual dark-green silk shirt.
“Awake?” Sista slowly approached.
Su Ling lowered her head, not daring to look directly into Sista’s eyes.
“Why don’t you answer? After escaping once, have you even forgotten basic Servant etiquette?”
“I… I just…”
“Just what?” Sista interrupted her, her voice carrying a hint of anger and disappointment. “Just wanted to betray me? Just wanted to get away from me?”
“I…”
Speaking became exceptionally difficult. Su Ling knew that any explanation she gave would be meaningless, so she simply closed her mouth, silently waiting for the punishment to come.
“Not speaking? Since you won’t talk, then I’ll have to use some other methods.”
Sista walked over to the cage and crouched down, carefully observing the silver-haired Girl with her head bowed, licking her bright red lips.
“These injuries are quite tragic. Your back, your legs… because of that Assassin, you’ve covered yourself in wounds.”
As she spoke, Sista reached her hand into the iron cage. Her fingertips slipped under Su Ling’s chin, and then she pressed lightly against a scrape on her collarbone.
“Ah!”
The sharp pain caused Su Ling to cry out. Due to her sensitive constitution, tears immediately welled up in her eyes.
“Good, as long as you know pain,” Sista sneered.
“I have many questions to ask you. If you don’t answer honestly, I’ll draw blood from every place you’re injured. Let’s see how long you can endure it.”
As expected.
Su Ling knew she couldn’t escape this ordeal no matter what today, so she obediently nodded her head. Seeing Su Ling comply, Sista seemed to lose some of her anger.
Sista used a key to open the door of the metal cage, but she didn’t unlock the handcuffs on Su Ling’s wrists. Instead, she tightened the chains connecting her arms and legs a bit more, causing the silver-haired Girl’s body to arch further.
Then, Sista began to slowly unfasten Su Ling’s collar and laces, pulling down her tattered long skirt and white silk stockings.
Before long, Su Ling was left with only her underwear. The deep wounds on her skin were laid bare; all of these were sustained during her escape.
Looking at the wound-covered little Maid, the Blood Princess’s eyes held no pity. She pressed her hand against Su Ling’s waist, making that small frame tremble.
Swallowing her saliva, Su Ling knew the interrogation had begun.
“Now, the first question. Why did you want to leave the Castle with her? Have you wanted to leave for a long time?” Sista questioned in a low voice.
“No… not for a long time,” Su Ling tried her best to say calmly. “At that time, leaving with Tii was just following the circumstances. I didn’t think too much…”
“Just following the circumstances? You’re not telling the truth.”
Sista frowned in displeasure. She leaned down and used her tongue to lick the wound on Su Ling’s abdomen, then bit down lightly. A red mark was immediately left on that snow-white belly.
“Ugh… it’s—it’s not entirely that. Ever since the storm of The Remonstrance Event started, several Servants have already been executed,” Su Ling endured the pain and hurried to add.
“So you were worried you would be affected.”
“Yes,” Su Ling nodded slightly in response. “The Human Race in the Castle could die at any time, so I…”
“Fine, next question.”
Seeing Su Ling answer truthfully, Sista kept her word and didn’t draw blood.
Those fair hands moved from her waist to her chest, unfastening one of the straps of her underwear. She intentionally brushed against Su Ling’s sensitive areas and even pressed down once. Su Ling’s neck turned red.
“What is your relationship with Tii? Lovers?”
“No, we’re just friends… because Tii took great care of me, I considered her an important friend.”
“Just friends? She said the same thing.”
Sista repeated the words, stroking the Girl’s skin as her nimble tongue moved back and forth.
“Tii did confess to me before—ah!”
Before she could finish, she was bitten fiercely. Trapped in the shackles, Su Ling was completely unable to struggle. She could only maintain that kneeling, arched posture, trembling amidst the target’s breath.
“Her Highness… ugh… are you unwilling to believe me?”
Su Ling widened her tear-filled eyes, her speech stuttering.
“Continue,” Sista ignored her, continuing to toy with her body. “About that Tii, how much more do you know?”
“Ugh…”
Sista intentionally pressed on her original wound to draw blood. Clearly, it should have been incredibly painful, but Su Ling felt a strange restlessness in her body. In the places Sista touched, a tingling sensation reacted.
“I… I don’t know…”
“Lying to me again. Tell the truth.”
Under the various stimulations, Su Ling’s legs subconsciously tried to clamp together, but the two iron chains seemed to have been positioned deliberately. They kept her legs slightly apart, but not completely, forcing her to maintain a certain distance.
It won’t work… Tii’s matters must not be told. Once they are spoken, even her own life won’t be saved, she repeatedly emphasized to herself in her heart.
“It seems you’re still being stubborn. I’ll have to use some other tools on you.” Sista licked her lips. Having just sucked sweet blood once, her mood had improved significantly, and the corners of her mouth curled up slightly.
“Other tools…”
Su Ling faintly felt that it wouldn’t be anything good. She watched as Sista turned around and walked to the corner of the room where a fire was burning in the grate, lighting a new red candle.
Wait, wait a minute, a candle?
Su Ling felt a sense of deja vu at the scene before her, and her brain began to buzz.
“For every lie you tell, I’ll make you feel pain once,” Sista said elegantly, holding the candle as she returned to Su Ling’s side. “This is the first time.”
As soon as she finished speaking, the molten wax, translucent under the firelight, was poured down. The red liquid landed on Su Ling’s fair back, leaving behind irregular small red dots.
Su Ling immediately felt a burst of burning pain. The tears hanging at the corners of her eyes finally fell uncontrollably. She began to sob softly, her body shaking instinctively.
“Still not going to talk?” Sista said, caressing the burnt area while whispering into Su Ling’s ear, “She was usually with you all the time, right? You never saw her do anything?”
“No, I didn’t…”
Pain and pleasure intertwined. Su Ling’s face was flushed, her lips moist, and she couldn’t stop gasping in a delicate voice.
“Then again.”
Next, the candle wax began to drip onto Su Ling’s arched, delicate body. Su Ling’s entire body jerked, her legs instinctively trying to struggle, but it was in vain. The thick iron chains held her firmly in the middle, giving her no chance to escape.
“Again.”
Then it was her chest, thighs, arms… one drop after another. Su Ling’s brown eyes gradually lost their luster, and her body was made a mess. Eventually, even the feeling of pain turned into numbness.