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Volume 4 The Weeping Sea of ??Sand Chapter 64 Nianta

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    Nianta sat on the edge of the bed uneasily, half of her butt hanging out.  She kept stirring her fingers and buried her head in her chest, not even daring to raise her head.  Her nominal husband was in the room, already drunk, lying on the table and fast asleep.  Just hearing his snoring made Nianta feel sick in her heart.

    The kiss during the wedding vows ceremony almost made her vomit on the spot.  She was going to refuse, but she didn't understand why the words turned into a yes.  Then she had almost no resistance and was tightly hugged by a pair of fat arms without even reacting.  Her strength seemed to have completely disappeared, and her struggles were feeble.  Her tears were actually regarded as emotional joy.

    Is it because of magic?  Nianta didn't know.  There was nothing she could do about it.

    She touched the small crystal bottle hidden in her arms. Through the thin silk skirt, she could feel the hardness under the bra.  The small bottle is close to the skin and has already become warm through body temperature.  She put her hand on her chest, and her chest hurt from the impact of the bottle.  She couldn't make up her mind.  No one saw her, the only other person was lost in dreams.

    Maybe, you won¡¯t need it tonight?  She looked up at Barton.  He slept like a fat pig.  He probably won't wake up tonight, right?  She prayed to the gods in heaven.  Outside the room, the city was carnivaling, and the shouts of joy were particularly harsh to her ears.  She understood that their joy was definitely not for her and the man in front of her, but for Leo and the woman who made her afraid.  That woman She couldn't help but shudder.

    "Don't show any flaws." At dawn before the wedding ceremony, the alchemist found her specially and warned her seriously again, "Especially when Aurora is present, don't let her discover your secret."

    She has been tense today because the female magician is always nearby.  She probably didn't notice it, she was thinking uneasily that she couldn't confirm.  However, when she thought about the helplessness of being unable to control her body, fear came over her. It spread to her chest like a plague, making her feel unbearably suffocated.

    "No matter what, you must drink it." The alchemist told her without any doubt.  "It protects you."

    What can you protect me?  Nianta wasn't particularly sure.  But he was obviously talking about times like this.  She was willing to trust the alchemist without reservation.  Although she didn't know where this trust came from, as far as she was concerned, it was like the first creature that chicks saw when they opened their eyes. They would instinctively regard it as their mother.  So does she.  In her memory, the first person she saw when she opened her eyes was him.  That sense of safe dependence made her willing to do anything he asked.

    Although she made the decision, she still struggled with her mind for a long time.  However, when she found that the prince's snoring had subsided, his body was shaking, as if he would suddenly wake up.  An inexplicable fear gripped her, and she quickly pulled out the transparent crystal bottle from her bra. The transparent liquid shone with a blurry luster, shining brightly under the candlelight.  Nianta stared at it, unable to look away for a moment.  She felt as if her entire soul had been sucked in.

    A whimper woke her up.  The prince moved, groaning incomprehensibly from his throat. His eyelids were twitching, as if he would open them at any moment.  There was no room for Nianta to hesitate any longer.  Fear drove her to uncork the bottle and swallow the liquid in one gulp.

    An unbearable bitter taste suddenly filled the mouth.  Nianta couldn't help but lay down and retched.  But she couldn't vomit anything until tears covered her cheeks.  The liquid seemed to have penetrated into the limbs and bones.  She fell to her knees, breathing heavily.  However this is only the beginning.  She felt that the blood flow was accelerating, and the blood vessels under her skin seemed to be resonating with the sound of gongs and drums outside. The violent vibrations frightened her to the point of confusion. They continued to expand as if they were about to burst, and made a sudden sound in her ears.  She could hear her heartbeat beating hundreds of times per second.  Her consciousness became blurred and her vision went dark.  She tried to call for help, but it seemed like something was stuck in her throat and she couldn't make a sound.

    Just when she thought she was going to die, all the discomfort disappeared as if it had never appeared, leaving no trace.  Nianta suspected that the previous pain was a delusion.  However, she was lying on the ground, as if she had crawled out of the water, her whole body soaked by the cold water.  She realized it wasn't her dream.  She put her hands on the ground and struggled to sit up again.  She was worried that the man would suddenly wake up and see her like this.  Even if the other person is drunk, he will probably not take it seriously.

    When she stood up, she saw her hand again.  There were wounds on it that ran from the palm to the back of the hand.  Horrifying and terrifying, and like a twisted red centipede.  She didn't know how it came about, no one told her.  She never asked either.  She has a little memory of her past, which is vague and seems to belong tomemories of her previous life.

    She had long lost the memory of her parents. Although people kept saying that she was the daughter of the Earl of the Golden Ship and the heir to the Riverlands, she could only vaguely recall some fragmented fragments, but she was too young in her memory.  It was too far away from now, and she didn't know how to find the large blank space in the middle.  She knew that everyone around her probably knew it very well. From their flashing eyes, the words they avoided, and the topics they changed, she knew it clearly in her heart.

    They are all for my own good.  Nianta had always thought so.  Because there is always malice and hatred in other people's eyes. They want to skin her, cut her flesh, or tie her to the stake.  They used all kinds of malicious words to accuse and curse her.  They say she was once a monster, a terrifying night witch who seduced men and killed them.

    Night Witch?  The word was both familiar and unfamiliar to her.

    She didn¡¯t know what it was, but it certainly wasn¡¯t a good word.  She touched the keystone hanging on her chest and couldn't help but become afraid. What would it look like if she took it off? Would I become her?  If I really am the Night Witch, will the lost memories come back?  she does not know.  The more she thought about it, the more scared she became.  What the alchemist refused to tell her must be something bad.  She suddenly didn't want to face this anymore. Even if she forgot those memories forever, she didn't want to be like that.  She was afraid that she wouldn't be able to face her past self.  The feared night witch.

    She lowered her hand holding the keystone.

    It¡¯s past midnight, but the carnival outside is in full swing.  Through the open high and narrow windows, wisps of sultry and humid sea breeze blew in, carrying the smell of honey and smoke, accompanied by the sound of people.  It was truly a grand celebration, with the fire lighting up the night sky and covering the bright moonlight.  There were even more fireworks over the temple.  It was even more majestic than the City of Thousand Lakes that was engulfed in flames that day, like a feast of death.

    Nianta sighed, and couldn't help but imagine how the alchemist would spend time with that woman in the other room.  Will they watch the gorgeous show these people put on for their wedding together?  Or nowshe doesn't know.  Her eyes fell on the room, staring at the writhing prince, not daring to sleep.

    However, the Sandman finally visited her.

    Her eyelids were clenched, as if they were as heavy as a thousand pounds.  Her head hung on her chest, falling asleep and waking up.  There was a moment of clarity in the middle. She glanced at the sky outside the window. It was still a dark night sky. Then she couldn't hold on anymore and fell on the bed and fell asleep.  She was really exhausted.

    She didn¡¯t know how long she had slept, but in a daze, she felt something heavy pressing on her body and tearing her clothes apart.  In a daze, she thought she was still in a dream.  But when the ghostly thing touched the keystone on her chest, she was suddenly awakened.  She realized that this was not a dream, and it was not a ghost!

    She opened her eyes suddenly, and the prince was lying on her body like a wild dog.  His hands reached into her clothes and grabbed her breasts. He buried his head in her neck and stretched out his tongue to lick her armpits. The disgusting smell of alcohol came out of his mouth.  She screamed loudly.

    "No, don't!" She struggled hard, grabbing blood marks on the opponent's body with her fingernails, and kicked with her legs.  "Go away!" However, this seemed to further encourage the other party's violence.  The other party grabbed her hands and sat on her body. No matter how much she struggled, it was to no avail.  Her white and tender breasts were exposed to the air, and her nipples stood erect, which made her feel particularly ashamed, and she burst into tears.  "Let me go." She begged helplessly.

    The man was very excited about it.  The prince took off his clothes, revealing his ugly chubby body.  The protruding belly is uglier than wild boar and fat maggots.  "You are my slave, woman." The other party announced.

    She could only fight with tears.

    She could only hope that the potion she drank would work, but the keystone was still hanging around her neck, inhibiting its effectiveness.  She couldn't help but regret her carelessness.  Then, the man leaned down.  The greasy body pressed tightly against hers, and she was so disgusted that she almost vomited. When the fat hands touched her again, she screamed, but then she exuded a fermented smell.  The stench blocked her mouth.  The man held her cheek tightly and forced his tongue into her mouth.

    Shame and despair, combined with fear, drove her crazy.  She struggled desperately and twisted wildly, but it was of no use and only made the man feel more stimulated.  In the end, she desperately closed her teeth and bit herself and the other person's tongue.  The man let out a cry of pain.  Their mouths were all filled with bright red blood.

    The prince slapped her angrily.

    ? ??I am your King and your Master!  He swung his bow from left to right angrily. "Slave, you have to pay the price for this. I will soon let you understand how to please your husband!"  "

    The man pounced on her again, frantically tearing apart the remaining clothes on her body, leaving red and purple marks on her body with his teeth and fingers.  She screamed in pain, "Spare me, spare me" It was just her pleading that only fueled his anger.  "This is your fate, I will teach you what to do when you become a man's slave!"

    He took off all her clothes, then pulled off the last rag that she wore to cover her body, and then pulled off the necklace hanging around her neck.  "Woman, keep screaming. The louder you scream, the happier I am."

    But he soon lost his joy¡ª¡ª

    A wave of evil magic surged through the room, blowing the bed curtains and overturning the porcelain.
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