Chapter 26 – Abandonment
“…”
When I opened my eyes, I saw Isabella’s room in a room with dark green curtains.
“… It’s okay.”
A throbbing pain in the buttocks that you feel when you stand up. Siana flinched involuntarily.
“Are you awake?”
As if nothing had happened, Isabella, who was sitting at her table looking at her papers, approached. Unlike in the morning, her clothes were dark blue. She let herself look down in case she looked she was fortunately dressed.
When she looked at Isabella’s face, she remembered the ugliness she had seen in her bathroom earlier, and her face turned red. She was ashamed to say that she had touched a part that she was ashamed to even say, and that she felt pleasure enough to deny it a hundred times.
Isabella sat down on the bed and pulled Cianna’s hand.
“My Siana. Did you pee earlier? Did you feel that good?”
Her words reminded her of what she felt before fainting. Her whole body relaxed, something that wasn’t the tide that spurted between her legs. With a feeling of embarrassment that weighed down her entire body, Shiana buried her head in the blanket.
Of course, this reaction only pleased Isabella, but she had no reason to care about that with Ciana.
“… How did you get here?”
“Hmm? Yes, Germaine brought it up.”
Germaine, apparently, was Isabella’s butler. Does that mean that Germaine is also on the same team as Isabella?
“Really Siana.”
Isabella clasped her hand and whispered softly. Seeing the pain that gripped her hand, Shiana’s expression naturally frowned.
“Don’t roll your head. Your idea is so easy that you can see everything.”
When Isabella met her purple eyes, she involuntarily lowered her eyes. It was as if those venomous snake eyes were dissecting himself and peering into everything.
“I have nothing to lose if someone finds out about our relationship. With our farm as the village’s source of income, who will help you?”
Shiana was also guessing to some extent. Mason, and Uncle Reggie, who had gotten the cart, and Jimmy, one of the two little boys he saw, and his sister and parents all seemed to be working on the farm.
To them, Siana, an outsider, would not be important. It was clear to her what would come first when weighing the livelihood of her family against the neglect of others’ suffering.
Then.
Cianna turned to her Isabella, who was tucked beneath her. She had a slender, white neck, exactly where she was located under her head.
But this, too, was nonsensical. What if she dies? It might even hurt Mason, let alone receive her punishment. Now that she has already given her countless wounds, she cannot even take away her hometown.
How to talk to Mason?
Of course, that couldn’t have happened. After that day, she could still see the image of Mason who had distanced herself from her. If she takes that uncomfortable story out and makes it her truth,
Discomfort that will be etched on her good-natured face. Furthermore, the thought that her expression of disgust might be drawn made her heart tremble.
Cianna looked at the woman lying beneath her. To say that she was a villainess or a fairy was not enough. With the perfect environment to indulge her own selfish desires, she is like a spider waiting for her prey to be caught on a string.
Her own defiance was futile. All she can do is submit quickly to her death, or she will struggle and let her strings strangle her own.
Isabella rose from Cianna’s arms and stretched her out. Her Sianna’s eyes followed her.
“… If I give up.”
Isabella turned to her and gave her cold expression. She’s probably because of the flat words she spat out. Her hand might go straight to her own, her cheek.
But it meant nothing, because what Siana needed now was reassurance.
“If I give up and do as you say.”
If you really fulfill her self-interest and become a faithful servant who obeys her orders.
“…”
Isabella’s cold expression changed to a subtle expressionless expression. An expression devoid of anger or ridicule.
“… Then, are you really not talking to Mason?”
She met Isabella’s eyes. Two sparkling purple eyes. But now there was no fear.
Because she had nothing to hide from her.
A smile appears on Isabella’s face. She read the resignation in Sianna’s eyes and the sign of her surrender.
“I will. Siana.”
That’s it.
As long as I hold on, I can get back to normal.
Daily life with Mason.
Shiana got down from the bed with an evil hand. With each step she flinched at the pain she felt in her legs and lower body, but she fought back. It won’t hurt her to satisfy her a little more.
Cyanna went to Isabella’s side. Huddler lowers her legs to her knees. Ignoring her throbbing pain, she leans over, bringing her hands together and offering her head.
It was the best sign of surrender that Cyana could do. He lowered her head and held her breath quietly.
“Wake up.”
I heard Isabella’s calm voice. Sianna did as she said and rose from her seat.
“Mouth.”
Cianna pressed her body together as she asked, and took her own lips to Isabella’s lips. She didn’t reject Isabella’s tongue as she immediately squeezed her lips. Sianna also mingled her tongues vigorously.
She no longer felt her humiliation or anger, and her only thought was to satisfy her.
They coveted each other for a long time. When Isabella stopped kissing her and lifted her head, long saliva dripped from her mouth.
“… From today until the end of autumn, stay at my house.”
“Your master.”
Shiana replied with a nod of her head. She felt rather at ease as something in her collapsed inside her chest.
“I’ll talk to Mason.”
I no longer felt humiliated or angry. All Cianna was worried about was Mason, she no longer cared about what befell her.
Cianna gave her body into her hands led by Isabella.
She listened carefully to everything she instructed.
She let her hands caress her own face. She came down from her forehead and caressed her cheeks and brushed the bridge of her nose. Touching the curves of her lips, as if admiring her handiwork.
Shiana quietly closed her eyes and accepted her hand.
Cianna lifted the dark green curtains from her room and looked down at her. At the door, Mason and Isabella were seen talking to each other for a while. She couldn’t hear exactly what they were talking about, but Mason’s complex expression made her guess.
“…”
My heart ached. But it was no longer as painful as before. It was as if he was watching what happened to someone else instead of everything happening to him.
Cianna put her dark green curtains back on her own. She somehow fears that Mason will look up at her room and she will find herself.
Soon after, the door opened and Isabella entered. Cianna bowed her head towards her.
“Did you wait?”
It was a question that seemed to expect a blind favor, like treating a pet dog.
“… Your master.”
Seemingly satisfied with Sianna’s answer, she came over and stroked her hair. She then opened the door to a closet on one side of the room and pulled out a rather large box.
“Siana, what do you think this is?”
“… I do not know. Master.”
Isabella’s eyes flashed with interest. Upon opening her box, the inside was revealed to be full of tools that I didn’t even want to guess what they were used for. Isabella rummaged through her utensils and took two items in each hand.
One was familiar to her, the other was something she had never seen before.
It was something that resembled the shape of an animal’s tail with a protrusion on the end, and something made of red leather with a buckle attached to the end and stuffed around the dog’s neck.
“Siana. Do you know what this is?”
Said Isabella, raising the first thing she had picked up in her hand. Cianna answered, ignoring the ominousness she was trying to feel.
“I don’t know, sir.”
Isabella stuck out her tongue slightly. She collected the saliva that dripped from the tip of her tongue into her hand and rubbed it gently on the bump.
“It’s nothing. I’m trying to put a tail on our bitch, Cianna, so that she can really become a bitch.”
Smiling softly, she put down her ‘her tail’ and held up her red leash.
“This was something our Roxy used to use in her old days, but first of all, Shia is a bitch too, so let’s hold on to this for a while? I’ll be preparing a prettier leash.”
Isabella’s pink lips opened slowly, and unlike before, a hard, cold voice came out.
“The ‘waiting position’ in front of me.”
Waiting posture. It was a posture where she knelt down and put her hands together. As she did as she instructed, Isabella smiled contentedly and put a red leather thong around her ciana’s neck.
The worn but soft texture clamped down on her throat, and as her breathing became uncomfortably conscious of the sensation around her neck, Isabella buckled her. Isabella’s hand touched her buckle for a moment before dropping.
“Siana. How do you feel?”
“… All right, master.”
Isabella smiled and swung her hand hard. With a sharp clap-thump, Ciana landed on her floor. A choking sound and a throbbing pain came from her ears, but rather her head calmed down on the contrary.
Oh, I just made a mistake.
“How are you feeling, Siana?”
A question repeated over and over again to get the desired answer. Cianna stood up again and raised her head. She looked into Isabella’s eyes as she slowly returned to the waiting area.
“… Bruise.”
Cyana’s beautiful voice, but it was the communication method of animals, not human words.
Isabella smiled softly and whispered in her ear.
“Our bitch should also have a tail, doesn’t it make you happy just thinking about it?”
“… Bruise.”
Short, one-syllable answers. It was a barking sound that couldn’t even understand the true meaning, but Isabella seemed satisfied. She ran her hand over her head and chin as if she were really handling her dog.
“Okay. Then, should we start the preparation process before putting it in?”
Isabella whispered as she took a small bottle from her pocket and put it in her hand.
“Take this medicine in the bathroom. There is no harm to your body, so be at ease.”
She laughed softly, then spoke again.
“It’s just because I’m cleaning Cianna’s back hole where her tail will grow.”
Cianna looked down at the vial in her hand. A small vial of clear medication. She ignored the hard, cold touch and moved her unsteady steps toward her bathroom.
Have to be patient
You have to be patient, Sianna.
