Chapter 49 – Slave Sophia
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“Oh… “
Sophia’s voice is pleasing to the ear. Carl stroked Sophia’s back gently. Sofia struggles to free herself from Carl’s arms. Carl wouldn’t let go. “Wait, wait.” Carl asked with a smile. “Why? Any problem?” “It’s a problem… “Sophia glared at her knife.
“Of course it is. This is a public place. Other people see it.”
I’m still looking at you, you sick bastard. Carl still smiled. It was brief, but why did it feel like a mockery? Sofia stared at her sword with her eyes a little frightened of her. “Okay? … You may not see it.” My heart seems to stop at Carl’s whisper. “Yeah, but still.” Sophia’s voice murmurs. There is no power in her voice. She has no confidence
Sophia is in the process of understanding her situation bit by bit. With no arms or legs, she knows that the sword is her only place to lean on, and that she is nothing without the sword. Up until now, Carl had only been away for a while, because he couldn’t resist even a few kids, no matter how old he was. However, Sophia’s self-esteem, which had lived under all sorts of burdens as a saint for the past years, was not easily shattered.
“It’s weird doing it outside.”
Sophia said in an excited voice. It was because the knife hadn’t stopped his hand yet. Sophia was more desperate to persuade Carl. “Go inside. You can do it at home yes?” Carl looked into Sofia’s eyes as he twirled without answering. It’s a sad look ‘Are you going to eat me? Really?
It’s a look that makes you want to be tortured.
“Okay then. If she says she hates Sophia, she can’t help it.”
“Right? This is also strange… “
“It was my taste.”
Ex. Sophia bit her tongue and let out her words in embarrassment. She kept looking behind her as she was bothered by the fingers of her sword that kept running under her. “Why? You sucked her collarbone. Weren’t you okay?” Sophia responds in a low voice to Carl’s nonchalant words.
“Because there is a degree! Kiss me… It’s said that you can do it outside as much as kissing on a body part like the cheek, but taking off your clothes or having sex is a different matter Carl! Common sense!”
“We are the only ones here.”
“There are actors too!”
“Okay? Can it be done without actors?”
“It’s not that kind of problem… “
“Haha. Sophia.”
You hate me?
The voice that tickled Sophia’s ear was kind and insidious, and it was high yet low. A place to breathe. Sophia realized she was encased in Carl Leben’s hard body. In this situation, you have no choice but to follow whatever Carl says. Still, Carl Leben didn’t do it his way. She asked Sophia for her opinion.
“There’s no way you wouldn’t like it.”
Carl is a nice guy. Carl Leben is a wonderful person. Sophia was so brainwashed. In fact, her face was good-looking, and his wealth and social position were not inferior at all, and Carl was the one who saved her. Sofia loved knives. She couldn’t help but love.
Otherwise.
“I like knives. Huh. Really good,”
“Because this is my taste. How about being a little considerate of Sophia, who likes me?”
“… Yes. All right.”
Perhaps sensing Sophia’s hesitation, Karl gestured to let the actors go. Sophia trembled. Inside a small theater where people are missing. The props used by the actors were still on the stage, and the lights were shining on the stage. Carl picked up Sofia and headed for the stage.
“Look at this. Are you afraid of animals? Somehow, it felt real.”
The fishy smell of pig’s blood wafts in, and the hot light of the lighting is felt. Divine-type Holy Light is a light that does not accompany heat, but element-type light magic is accompanied by subtle heat. The stronger the intensity of the light, the stronger the heat, and the stage was hot.
Carl sat Sophia on the stage. Sophia looked around. There were only empty seats, but it seemed like I could feel the eyes of many people. Sophia flinched at her body. “Are you really doing it? Here?” To that anxious question, Carl rummaged through the props and gave a rough answer. “Sophia. What are you talking about? You’ve already told me several times.”
I’m going to eat you
Sophia finally understood Carl’s words. I knew what the vulgar meaning of plucking and eating meant. It was a slightly different expression than making love. It was an expression that he would crush Sophia, who exists as an object of sexual desire, under his stomach and shake his waist. To be more precise, it was an expression of wanting to conquer a woman named Sophia.
Sophia can’t resist.
“Sophia. Come here.”
Sofia turned to her knife. Carl said with a kind face, “Come on.” Sophia raised her arm. Sophia’s cut section was visible. Carl didn’t come even after looking at it, and he insisted on Sofia as if asking what he was doing. “I have something to show you.” Sophia finally gave up and crawled away from her. Pain was felt in her knees and elbows. Her hardwood floor was hard.
“Sophia. The image of you crawling right now, imagine being seen by the audience.”
“Yes? No, wait. Don’t look! Oh!”
Sophia looked back in surprise. While she was on all fours, she couldn’t turn her back properly. She tried to turn around and her Sophia’s body collapsed. There was no audience for her. I heard Carl’s laugh. Haha.
“Sophia. It’s not that there’s a real audience, I’m just asking you to imagine that.”
Carl smiled and wiped his eyes. Carl came towards Sophia. Sophia looked up at her knife. Carl bent over her and looked down at her Sophia. Carl gave Sophia a brief kiss on the forehead, then wrapped her arms around Sophia’s neck.
“Sophia. My sweet Sophia. It’s play. Sexual play. You said I have weird tastes. I asked him to accept my preference. You agreed right?”
“Yes. That’s right. I said that.”
“Then.”
Click. A necklace was fastened around Sophia’s neck.
“Knife… ?”
“Wouldn’t you like to hang out a little?”
Sophia’s gaze turns around. Dark secret room. The only lights are Sophia and Carl. Theatrical props such as pig blood and fake knives, and the empty audience seats are scattered around Sophia’s eyes. Carl’s voice reached Sophia’s ear in a whisper.
“Of course you can refuse. Because I love you.”
“… “
“But. If so, I’ll be sad. The moment I’m sad, you’ll start to notice me. Because you are a good-hearted person Also, I can be a little cold when I treat you. Sophia. Do you want that?”
“I’m cowardly… Do you love me?”
“Of course.”
“Tell me you love me.”
“I love you, Sophia.”
Sophia lowered her head in resignation. “I’m glad you understand.” Carl’s voice smelled fishy. Carl put his hand in a bucket of pig blood and pulled it out. Sophia’s face was painted with blood. Even on the nape of Sophia’s neck.
“Are you going to take it off?”
Sophia didn’t answer, but her knife tore through Sophia’s clothes as if it didn’t matter. Jjiik. At the sound of her clothes being ripped, Sophia looked at her knife in bewilderment. “What are you doing Carl!” Carl’s gaze narrowed. Sophia stuttered her words in embarrassment. “Don’t look at me with those eyes. Carl, I just… “
Match.
Sophia was slapped on the cheek. “You talk a lot about the bitch who was defeated and became a slave.” Carl’s voice resonated profoundly throughout the theater. It was a tone like a play. Carl said in a low voice to Sofia, who was crying. “I’m trying to play with this feeling. Sorry. Are you sick?” Sophia shook her head. No, it’s fine. Carl speaks again. Okay? Then I will continue
He grabbed Sophia’s hair. Sophia’s gaze went to the torn clothes. Sophia was now completely naked. Carl must have prepared the clothes, right? If not… The thought crossed Sophia’s mind. Come to think of it, Carl walked the streets with Sophia’s underwear off. Did he really prepare clothes? Really?
“Evil!”
A knife raised while holding Sofia’s hair. Sophia’s body wasn’t too heavy, as her arms and legs were half missing, but it was heavy enough to support with her hair alone. “It hurts Carl! Let go!” Sophia screamed at her. Her sword’s emotionless gaze was directed at her.
“Nude! What is it like to be seen by everyone on stage!”
“I’m scared, Carl, why are you doing this!”
“You still can’t come to your senses!”
Carl threw Sofia away. Udangtang. Tears welled up in Sophia’s eyes. It was sad. It was partly because of the pig’s blood sticking to her face, and partly because of the soreness of the part hit by the throw, but most of all, Carl’s attitude hurt me so much. If you love me, what is this?
“Sophia.”
Carl looks down at Sofia with a cold face.
“You were supposed to match it, right?”
Sophia closed her mouth and nodded her head. As if her knife had done well, she ran it across Sophia’s cheek. She tugged on Sophia’s thigh. Sofia dragged herself back to the center of her stage. Her body warmed up as it brushed against the greased floor. Sophia’s naked body was exposed on stage. Her sword was tethered to her necklace hanging around her neck.
“Slave Sophia.”
Carl made Sophia fall. In that state, the knife that lifted her buttocks caught the rope hanging from Sophia’s necklace. Sophia wondered if this position, with her face on the floor and only her ass held up, was the position that sex slaves would do.
“That is the title of this play. Everyone.”
Knife…
Sophia groaned as she drew her knife. It was because Carl’s hand that gripped her leash moved. Sophia held her bolster in front of her thighs to keep her from falling, and only her Sophia’s her necklace lifted her up. Her breath was choked and her throat ached.
“This story begins when a saintess who was defeated by the demon king became a slave.”
Role play.
Sophia’s eyes closed as if resigned.
There was no one in the audience, but somehow I could feel their eyes on me.
A look at her naked body.
