The Fallen's Guide - chapter 13

“So, what do you think? Not bad, right!”

Rose’s best friend excitedly introduced the boy’s origins to everyone. As her voice rang out, the boy averted his gaze.

“This little thing is about to be sent to the gallows for execution. He seduced a Servant, which led to his former master being burned to death. No one in the entire manor survived except for him, kept as a pet in the conservatory.”

To have caused the death of his previous master-at an auction, that would mean being sent to the gallows or burned alive.

But his appearance was far too beautiful. The executioner responsible for escorting him secretly took him away. After passing through the hands of several greedy merchants, he was transported to the fame and fortune stage of the Auglas Empire.

Yet, as if under a Curse, every merchant who bought him met a tragic end. Those who coveted him fought and plundered madly, constantly killing his owners.

Until finally, the largest auction house in the Auglas Empire discovered him, took him away, and protected him.

This creature was too beautiful, destined to bring disaster. But these experiences only made the boy more intriguing.

What kind of allure could make everyone who owned him so unfortunate?

The boy in the cage was exceptionally quiet. He hadn’t done anything, yet he was like a cake exuding a sweet fragrance, luring hungry diners ever closer.

Rose could no longer hold back. She lifted her skirt and ran over, tapping the cage with her pointed shoe. “He’s actually still awake?”

It was known that the dose of drugs given to him today was enough to turn a person into a beast driven only by primal instinct.

The boy curled up miserably in the cage, like a wounded cub.

He pressed his legs together, hugging his knees, trying in vain to cover his scarred body. Yet, between his slender fingers, a hint of forbidden beauty still peeked through.

The Nobles, addicted to pleasure, immediately grew excited. A few couldn’t help but stand up and walk to the cage, wanting to reach out and touch him.

He was the favorite plaything of these Nobles.

To buy him, Rose squandered more than half of the inheritance her mother left her. The auction house had repeatedly guaranteed, “He is completely pure and innocent, never used before.”

Someone reached into the cage, trying to touch him. The boy pressed his back tightly against the bars, watching their outstretched hands with wary vigilance, baring his cute sharp teeth as if ready to bite their wrists at any moment.

He didn’t want anyone to come near, but his resistance only brought laughter.

“Hahaha! He’s fighting back!”

“Do you think your pathetic teeth can kill us?”

“I like the ones who resist!”

Rose raised her hand, and an Attendant immediately came forward with a tray.

They opened the cage, roughly gripped the boy’s slender jaw, and, ignoring his resistance, used a polished ivory clamp to pry open his lip-raw from biting-and poured in a thick, unknown liquid.

Crimson viscous fluid slowly slid down from the corner of his mouth, flowing along his long neck and disappearing into the hollow of his collarbone, provoking wild imaginings.

Like… plasma.

Tang Nian’s untimely association made her feel as if she could smell iron.

The Attendant bent down, grabbed the Chains, and violently dragged the boy out, tossing him onto the floor.

A few seconds later, the boy seemed to melt into a puddle, losing all strength, rolling on the floor and letting out unbearable low moans.

His two pale legs spasmed and twitched, toes curled tight. With every movement of unbearable suffering, his sweat-soaked body pressed against the floor, leaving sticky, ambiguous traces behind.
His reaction stirred the onlookers into even more enthusiastic cries.

Rose grew even more excited.

She pushed away the delicate Male Attendants clinging to her, crouched before the boy. His beautiful gray-violet eyes had already lost focus, gazing mistily ahead.

Gradually, he stopped resisting.

Rose lifted a hand to brush aside the boy’s damp hair, revealing the exquisitely breathtaking face beneath. She couldn’t help but exclaim, “So beautiful, little thing.”

Yet the boy, awakened for a moment by her approach, had eyes full of murderous intent.

His crimson lips moved, saying something.

Rose bent down, cheeks flushed, bringing her ear close to his lips.

She heard him say,

“Kill me.”

The voice was cold, yet unnaturally elegant and pleasant.

The humiliation on the verge of losing control made him not want to live another second in this world-he wished to die on the spot, or perhaps descend straight into hell.

Yet his body craved more.

Twitching and trembling, his delicate skin was drenched in sweat.

“How could I?”

Rose let out a crisp laugh, her eyes shining as she gripped the shackles on his ankles, dragging him across the floor, signaling the Attendants to pull him to the center of the room. A beam of light shone down on him, leaving the boy nowhere to hide.

It was as if she were showing off her newly acquired, intriguing toy to everyone.

“I paid a hefty price for you. How could I bear to kill you?”

His warm skin pressed against the cold floor, the force of the dragging utterly merciless. The intense stimulation was like poison clinging to his bones, making him collapse uncontrollably, as if someone had pulled out his spine.

Some places on his body were scraped raw, and he couldn’t help but let out a raspy, feline-like whimper, curling up in pain and excitement.

Several Noble ladies watched with envy, almost bewitched, walking straight toward him.

Perhaps this scene would become an inescapable nightmare for the boy who would rather die than yield.

One by one, the elegant and proper Nobles tore off their masks of hypocrisy, revealing obsessive, greedy expressions as they reached out to him.

He bit his lip until it bled, the corners of his eyes flushed crimson, refusing to utter a single moan. His messy hair covered his cheeks, but someone grabbed his face, forcing him to look up.

Yet they didn’t know that his stubborn, silent resistance only made them want to ravage him more, to trample him further.

Tang Nian didn’t want to watch any longer. She lowered her head and asked the Male Servant beside her, whose eyes were glazed, for a glass of wine.

His attention was fixed on the center of the hall. It took several calls before he snapped out of it, his hands trembling as he filled her glass.

There was a faint, metallic scent to it.

As if mixed with blood.

The boy was pinned to the ground.

Hands slid across his beautiful, pale body, kneading his lips, even maliciously forcing fingers into his mouth. Someone tightened a rope around his neck, forcing his head back, the corners of his eyes flushed so red he was nearly in tears.

That cup of liquid had stripped away all his pride, turning him into a dog that knew only obedience.

Some Nobles curiously explored further down, but Rose shoved them away.

She wanted to be the first to possess him.

After all, he was still a clean, innocent toy.

The Attendants in black tailcoats pinned the boy’s arms to the ground, nailing him in place.

He had now become a lamb to be slaughtered.

His gray-violet eyes were vacant, and through the crowd, his gaze met Tang Nian’s once again.

He saw the compassion and indifference in her eyes.