It wasn’t the sight we expected to meet. I looked towards Blue, who exchanged glances with me, stepping close to the scene. The moment the men heard us, they paused, growling as they raised their heads. They acted as one, which was a bit surprising.
The minute they realized who we were, they separated from the women, snarling as they faced us, ready for a confrontation.
The women were startled, struggling through their bonds, making strangled noises which sounded like they were asking for our help. Most of them looked scared, while a few had dead expressions as if they weren’t there at the moment.
“You guys sure have some nerves, staring at your kings,” Blue stated, his voice getting darker as we watched the men.
“You are not our kings!” One of them stepped forward, baring his teeth at us. “You stopped being our king when you imprisoned us!”
The others yelled their acknowledgement of his words.
I tilted my head to the side. “Not your kings?” I scoffed.
“If a sheep steps out of place, the shepherd corrects it with a rod,” Blue said, drawing a step towards the men. From the way he flexed his muscles, I could tell he was getting ready for a confrontation. “But when mad dogs step out, it’s left for the owner to -”
“Shut up! You are not our owners! We want nothing to do with bast -”
He didn’t get to complete the hated word when Blue zapped towards him and ripped his tongue out of his mouth, returning to my side with the organ as we watched him gurgle his blood, choking on it as he fell to the ground.
“Disgusting.” Blue threw the tongue on the ground and turned to the others. “Who else wants to join him? This king is being generous tonight.”
His eyes had changed to a coppery colour, something that was caused by the mention of the forbidden word. We hated being called bastards.
“Generous? You are nothing but a bastard!”
This time, I didn’t let Blue do the job. I ran towards the man and snapped his head off his neck, tossing it to the ground. The others raced towards Blue, not knowing they were signing their death warrant.
We made quick work of the men and only left one alive for me to play with. We broke his arms and his legs and dropped him on the ground before we turned to their captives.
The bound women screamed in fear. The hope that was in their eyes when they saw us vanished, replaced with terror. Some of them fainted at the scene, the gore seeming too much for them.
“Sleep and forget everything that happened to you,” Blue whispered as he gestured in the air. The few that were still conscious succumbed to the lures of an induced trance.
“We will send them back to the tarred road and hope the police find them. That’s the least we can do for them, seeing as the men who did this were from our kingdom,” Blue suggested.
I nodded at his words, knowing he said the truth. I turned to face the only rogue alive, while Blue went to work healing the women. There were splotches of blood on the ground and their thighs, evidence of how cruel those guys were to them.
The state the women were in made me regret killing those men. If only I knew, I would have let them leave, enough to make them pass through the same hell they showed them.
Blue and I might be rough during sex, but we had never taken an unwilling participant. We have never forced ourselves on a woman who didn’t come to us of her volition.
Frowning, I looked down at the rogue, who was staring up at me with a terrified expression on his face. Dread had replaced the smug smile he had when they thought they could defeat us with their numbers. “Still thinking of fucking those women?” I asked in a complacent tone, squatting in front of him.
He shook his head, his lower lips trembling. Sweat beaded his forehead, trailing down his face as he glanced at the bodies of his comrades. Most of them were either losing the head on their neck or their organs.
“Do you want to die that badly?” I wrapped my hand around his neck and raised him. He hissed in pain as his broken hands fell to his sides. I tightened my grip, smirking as he choked, wriggling his torso because it was the only part that could move.
“Please,” he wheezed out, his eyes still wide with fear.
“Please?” I scoffed. “Did you listen to the pleas of those women as you took them against their wills? Did you stop to think of the horror they were passing through as you fucked them?”
I released my grip long enough for him to draw a breath.
“Please! Don’t kill me!” He pleaded. “I will return to the kingdom and face my sentence. I won’t escape again!”
“And you want me to believe that?” With one palm wrapped around his neck, I caressed his face, smiling when he shivered in fear.
I felt a thrill at that, feeding off his emotion. It had been a long time since I last tortured someone. Though this one wouldn’t last enough to take him back to the house, I would play with him for a few minutes, to refresh my memories of how fulfilling it was whenever I did something like this.
“Yes. I swear I won’t do anything. I will remain in my lane and not -” he gasped when my grip tightened. I knelt on his broken legs, and he cried out, his scream echoing.
“Tell me, how did you slip away from the prison?”
He panted, his body shaking as he peered into my eyes, only to avert his gaze when he couldn’t keep my stare.
“We… We worked with the ones outside. They aided our escape,” he responded, thinking I would let him go should he tell me the truth.
Interrogating him was supposed to be part of the fun, but it won’t be anymore. A willing participant makes everything boring.
“Who were the ones you worked with?” I questioned, knowing I had to do that if I wanted to know how they worked to leave the kingdom. This would help in keeping the ones in there from ever escaping. The scene we met a few minutes ago was one of the things we were trying to avoid,
“A guard helped us. He -”
He screamed when I pressed harder, gritting his teeth as he tried to stifle the sound.