Chapter 37 – Beyond the Bottom (2)
Lucia’s presence slowly awakens Shiana to the truth about her.
Mason didn’t fool himself, she realizes that it was she who was fooled by Isabella.
I felt dizzy. Sianna grabs her head with both of her pale hands. As she looks at Sianna with her confused eyes, her guilt and her hatred for herself set in.
The red grip marks left on her chest. It was a mark that Ciana made while swearing at Mason. She called the flawless Mason her filthy slut, and squeezed as hard as she could into her hands to inflict her pain.
The teeth marks all over her body were the revenge of her anger and betrayal. The same was true of the traces of violence left here and there.
However, what was more unbearable was the traces of love left on each other’s bodies. Traces of each other’s saliva and love juices left on the body, traces of kisses left here and there.
Cianna pulled her hair on her own. Shiana was in so much pain that she couldn’t feel the pain she felt at the tip of her head. At her own ugliness, she was disgusted with herself and could not stand it.
Beating her, belittling her, taking her like her beast.
Sianna felt so ashamed and guilty that she felt pleasure.
I only got revenge because I thought I was betrayed, is that so wrong?
Somewhere in her heart she tried to hand herself her indulgences, but she knew better than anyone that it was just self-justification.
She would be lying if she hadn’t been vengeful for what she had done to her, but she felt that she was going to fulfill her desires that she had only kept hidden.
Mason, too, believes she is broken like me, and it is she who feels relieved that she is not the only one who has succumbed to Isabella.
“… I am the worst.”
Whisper the truth to yourself The truth draws waves on the calm water and sinks slowly.
My eyes darkened. Drowsiness comes Cianna hoped that she would never wake up.
Isabella admired her stunned Cianna for a moment after laying her on her bed. Her little body was still beautiful. Her body, which seems to radiate beauty on its own, is like a masterpiece, rather than her stimulating body.
Isabella smiled and kissed her on the forehead before she pulled the thick blanket over her.
“… Joy.”
At the sound of a pout that anyone could see, Isabella turned her head. As expected of her, it was Lucia who crossed her arms and looked this way.
“Have you been very busy while I have been in town? Did you just enslave the new kid?”
Isabella nodded her head. She had no reason to lie to her, and she had no reason to bow down to her. Because in human relationships, Isabella always has the upper hand.
“Yeah- well, I don’t get angry just because you’re with another girl, but-“
Her brown eyes glare at Isabella.
“Always, it should be me first. Remember.”
The tip of her voice trembles slightly, and her brown eyes quiver slightly as she tries to maintain her haughtiness.
Isabella smiles a little. Lucia was cute in this way. She acts as though nothing is wrong, but it is with her fear of being abandoned, of her relationship being cut off, that she notices herself more than anyone else.
“Come on.”
Isabella opens her arms in response. Lucia is conflicted for a while. Will he shoot Isabella one more time for avoiding her answer, or will she fall into her arms.
“Are you not coming?”
After Isabella’s follow-up, Lucia falls into her arms. Like her dog, she buried her head in Isabella’s collarbone and then her face. Her hands were wrapped tightly around Isabella’s neck.
“I missed you♥”
“Me too.”
Isabella said and stroked her hair. Lucia’s lips tickled her body as she burst into laughter as if she was in a good mood.
“I really missed you. Very much.”
He strokes Lucia, who still mumbles the same words of hers in a pleasant voice. In an instant, her closet door opened and a woman with her freckles in her blonde hair jumped out.
“Good job Becky.”
At Isabella’s words, Becky nodded her head. She, too, approached Isabella, and Isabella did not stop Becky from approaching her.
“… Hug me too.”
It was Lucia who rebelled against Becky’s insistence, her brown eyes, which had been full of Lucia’s love, turned sharp in an instant.
“Where do you climb, slave subject? It’s the first time I’ve seen you in a few months, so make some concessions.”
Becky doesn’t lose either and glares at Lucia. Her submissive attitude is something only Isabella can see.
“What’s the bitch talking about if you didn’t look like Mason?”
Tired of their nervous warfare, Isabella calmed them down and looked at Cianna, who hadn’t woken up yet. Then, as if curiosity was piqued, Lucia also began to observe Cyana.
“… Pretty is pretty.’
In the end, after a long time had passed, Isabella burst into a small laugh at Lucia’s confession that she reluctantly brought out. As if disapproving of such a reaction, Lucia lightly bit Isabella’s earlobe.
“But, still, I am the first. He’s only the third. Should you love me the most? I mean only you…”
The ending of the sentence that started out as if showing off is servile and pitiful. When I saw her the tip of her voice started to quiver again, I wanted to play a prank on her.
“Who is Mason?”
Then, Lucia’s expression changes. She wasn’t angry or happy, as if she was asking something really strange.
“What is your sister? She is the older sister I love, but how does she compare to the woman who abandoned me and you, who was by my side when I was having the hardest time?”
Her smile brightens As if telling the truth without a single lie.
“I love you Isabella. You are my everything I can do anything for you.”
Looking at her as she speaks with her confidence, Isabella smiles at her and thinks of her.
What the hell made Lucia, who had been glaze, go this far? Isabella couldn’t sympathize with her, but she enjoys the fact that she genuinely thinks of her.
“Thank you Lucia.”
After Isabella said that, she sat on the side of the bed and waited for Cianna to wake up.
“Woke up?”
It took a while to realize that her voice was Isabella’s. Shiana slowly looked back at the three women in front of her eyes. Isabella, Lucia, and…
“… Becky.”
“Hello. Siana. How is it that I haven’t seen you in a while?”
The woman with a few freckles, her golden hair tossed to one side, smiled. She felt shocked as she watched her cling to her Isabella, but soon she calmed down. She wasn’t too surprised that she was with Isabella.
A feeling of helplessness washed over her body. There seemed to be no point in getting angry at them or using the dragon to escape. Cianna just lay on her bed and stared at the women looking down at her.
One looks funny.
One has a dissatisfied expression.
One had an unreadable expression.
“… What do you want from me?”
Cianna wanted to know her wholeheartedly. She realized through her experience that no matter what she did, she couldn’t escape Isabella. Her plans were always several moves ahead, and many times more precise than she could have predicted.
That’s why Shiana and she don’t ask for anything. She just wonders what the future holds for her.
“What do you want?”
Isabella smiles and places her hand on Cianna’s cheek. It was her soft and warm hand, but she was cold.
“What do I want? Maybe you’re hoping for something instead?”
Isabella’s hand lightly pinches Sianna’s cheek.
“A mistake that the person you love lied to you, misunderstood her younger brother as that person, and then rape…”
With the hand that had been caressing Cianna’s cheek, Isabella briefly touched the tip of her chin.
“With what mug are you going back to Mason? Could Mason eat and sleep at her sister’s house again? You must have shame.”
Her words pierce Isabella’s chest like an awl. It was true a hundred times and a thousand times.
Sianna didn’t deserve Mason’s love.
“Even the sky is indifferent. Such an ordeal for our poor Sianna.”
“… Sky?”
Shiana snorted at her for an instant. What prompted her was nothing but the word sky. She really should have looked down upon herself if she had an omnipotent being. In this way, she had to lift herself out of the abyss of evil.
Cianna spoke what she had learned with confidence that it would never happen again.
“There is no god. There never was, and never will be.”
Shiana, who spoke her words of complete denial of her past, felt a sense of relief that she did not know about.
“I know-“
However, Isabella’s words that followed were enough to make her pale face in an instant.
“-Our poor saintess.”
What?
Sianna felt her face quiver, though she didn’t know what expression she was making.
“… Yes yes you…”
I wanted to get her to say, “How are you?” But she wouldn’t let her tongue tremble like mad. Lucia smiled as she forced her paralyzed tongue as she continued.
“I’m sorry, Sianna. But because her sister’s letter to me contained your story. I didn’t hide anything from our Isabella, so she told me that her lady, her former saint, was coming to our town.”
Siana was still in shock. She has a lot of questions and worries running through her mind. Could it be that I have told others? Lucia, how far does she know? No way…
Maybe I should leave this place? Did she even take her hometown away from Mason?
Match-
“Wake.”
Isabella’s cold voice wakes Cyanna again. She then realizes the stinging pain in her wrist. She looks at her wrist, which she was scratching hysterically again, and Ciana bites her lip.
She was still running away from the ghosts of her past that she hadn’t escaped yet.
“… Hey, what are you going to do with me now?”
Sianna asked with difficulty. Isabella smiles at her Cianna’s question.
“It’s okay, Siana. She only knows that you are a saint. I have no intention of talking to anyone else in the first place.”
Isabella understandably doubted her words, but somehow she didn’t seem to be lying this time.
“In the first place, what do you think it would mean to me if you were a saint?”
Sianna didn’t quite understand what she was saying. In her childhood, she was favored by her people simply because she was a saint, and many of her people clung to her. To make and exploit her relationship with her somehow.
So, it was only natural that Isabella was suspicious of Isabella’s statement that even though she knew she was a saint, she wouldn’t take advantage of her.
In the midst of her doubts, Isabella’s words gave her a small shock.
“I wanted Shia or you, because it doesn’t matter that she was a former saint.”
Her words were twisted, but she could sense that she was sincere.
Although she was her most destructive, most selfish greed, that is why she was different from many who treated her with her pretense.
Cianna briefly recalled her past. She lost her divine powers and became a wanderer, and among the days she lived her life of escape, the incident of the day her stigma disappeared.
The day her paladins, sworn to protect her, tried to take her first by force, treating her as her ignorant virgin.
Until then, they believed without a single doubt. Because they firmly believed that they would serve her god and protect her with her faithfulness.
If Mason had been even a little late, Shia and she didn’t know what the end would be.
No one was true to her. Hiding what she wanted, he approached her.
Except for one person.
“… Mason.”
But it was she herself who abandoned Mason.
I’m sorry Mason.
Sorry.
The weak me who threw away my flawed self and my faith in you.
I don’t deserve to be by your side anymore.
Ciana looked at Isabella. Except for Mason, she wasn’t even interested in her hidden secrets.
Paradoxically, another person who was the only one who was honest.
Sianna raised her body and approached her. Isabella did not block her access.
Cianna cupped Isabella’s cheeks with her hands and kissed her long kiss.
She knew that it was a crazy act, and there was a rejection reaction in the back of her heart.
Her exhausted and broken mind and body was somehow good.
Now, I just want to be comfortable.
Except for Mason, you know my secret, and I don’t have to worry about what if you ever find out anymore.
I can’t leave Mason and run away to another town, but I don’t mind living in her house either. But when I’m with Isabella, I’m not far from Mason.
I just don’t want to think about anything. I want to be comfortable, I just want to feel good.
Because I was tired of even blaming myself for running away without being able to face it again.
Cianna stopped thinking about her anymore.
Her long kiss was not easily broken. She tried to finish Isabella again and again, but the more she tried, the more Shiana stubbornly refused to let go. She shared her kiss and mixed her saliva as if to imprint the traces of her mouth on her tongue.
After a while, her kiss was over, and Cianna wiped the saliva from Isabella’s mouth with her own hands.
Isabella read the look in her Sianna’s eyes, and she gave a small smile.
Smile of victory,
“Siana.”
To Isabella’s low call, Ciana answered.
“… Yes.”
Shiana, like that, forgot her true self. The saintess, who could neither save herself from God nor save herself, eventually found a little peace in the abyss of darkness.
By cutting off her own limbs.
