Page 118 of Barbi and the Villain

I reach to my already closing wound and swipe some of the blood, bringing it to my lips.

I stare at him.

“Delicious,” I murmur.

He growls in anger.

I shrug in satisfaction.

Revenge feels good.

He takes another step forward, his hunger bleeding through. The handsome man from before is slowly transforming into a beast.

Yet if I hoped that this would make the other girls dislike him, it has the opposite effect.

They positively drool after him.

I release a deep sigh.

It doesn’t matter what world I am in. A tall, dark, and dangerous man is always going to have women fall over themselves. And Nykander is the true definition of that.

With my last wound healed, I bow out and head back to my spot.

The last man goes through his performance and then it’s time to vote.

The girls all gather together to debate while the guys do the same. Of course, they all want Nykander to continue.

“Mino should go,” one whispers. “His act was the weakest.”

“I agree. I’ve been with him before and his performance is not the best,” another agrees.

I’m silent as this goes back and forth since I know my opinion would not be welcomed—especially since it’s an unpopular one.

After a few minutes, the girls decide that Mino will be voted out.

On the men’s side, they decide that Aida should go, a girl who’d done a demonstration of cooking a dish. To be honest, I am quite surprised it wasn’t me, since Aida’s skills were more on point than mine.

But I guess no man can resist a little blood.

“Aida, Mino, please make your way to the crowd,” Elijah intones.

Once the two eliminated are out of the way, he continues, “The next trial will be based on scent. Females, please follow Greta. Males, please follow me.”

The request is strange, but the nine of us follow the elderly woman called Greta to one of the cabins in front. When we get there, the door closes behind us and she voices her request.

“Each of you, hand me your underthings.”

No one protests as they raise their skirts to take off their underwear.

“W-what?” I blink in shock.

“Miss Barbara, please remove your underthings.”

“I don’t?—”

“Miss Barbara?” She raises a brow, her tone unyielding.

Maybe I should quit now. Yes, that would be the most optimal solution.

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