Page 78 of Tainted Serenity

Clasping her hand in mine, she leads me out of the room as we leave the bodies behind. Esther has woken up, screaming and thrashing against the restraints, yet her screams are like music to my ears, bringing me immense enjoyment.

My heart pounds hard within my ribcage as Naya leads me through the darkness that has descended over the corridors, her legs unsteady from the probable pain wreaking havoc on her wrists, and I cannot help but take in her features. From the dress that perfectly hugs her curvy figure to her ass that sways along with her hips as she walks. A desperate need fills me, straining my cock despite the horrors around us.

Our breaths are quiet as we continue down the corridor, and I still cannot tell where we are going. Naya does not utter a word, and neither do I.

Flickering candlelights adorn the walls, casting eerie shadows in the corridors that I know I should have grown accustomed to by now, yet adrenaline still fills me. There is an undeniable delirium about this place that tells ancient stories of pain and torture.

Our footsteps reverberate as we continue forward without any goal in mind, but the determined expression on her face tells me otherwise.

Oh, how I crave to push her against the wall, grab her throat until she whimpers from the sensation as I command her body and she submits to me fully. I would do anything right now to feel my cock inside her slick pussy, to listen to her loud moans as she screams my name for everyone to hear. We don’t have any time, and soon the guards from outside will catch up to us. This castle-like manor is huge, but I do not doubt that they could find us within minutes.

The smell of blood feels like it’s getting stronger the further away from the empty room we get, even though we left it several minutes ago with Arthur’s lifeless body lying on the floor. The sight of his blood smeared across the floor was a beautiful, if not macabre, sight that will both be in my peaceful dreams and my nightmares. A never-ending dilemma of pain and chaos.

Upon arriving at a corridor where Naya pushes a door open, I can only stare at her in confusion as she proceeds into another passageway where the walls are so close that my shoulders graze both sides.

She grabs two torches mounted securely on the walls before she turns at me with frustration swimming in her mismatched eyes. The ambient light causes the golden hue in one of the eyes to shimmer and gleam, casting a bewitching spell on me.

“What are you waiting for? Grab them,” she gestures toward the torches, her actions driven by sheer adrenaline, seemingly unaware that the cloth around her wrist is becoming soaked with blood again, though fortunately not nearly enough to be dangerous. I do as she says, still confused about her train of actions yet allowing her to command me for once.

She makes her way through the hall with the firing torches in her hands, the flames flickering but not extinguishing, and when I walk behind her, I can feel the heat from them licking my face in a dangerous dance.

The way she commands the room as she makes her way through the hall, a determination that seems to glow from her, makes my cock harden and strain uncomfortably against my boxers again. I’m always fucking hard around my little doll.

Within a few more steps, we enter a room full of vintage furniture reminiscent of a bygone era. It’s elegantly furnished with couches facing each other, forming a seating area resembling a small island amidst the vast expanse of the room. With no lights turned on, the once colorful wallpapers take on a darker, dirtier appearance. A strange atmosphere fills the room, like an eerie fog, with every creak of the wooden floorboards amplified as Naya ventures deeper.

In silence, she approaches the window, where moonlight bathes her form and makes her appearance glow. Her mouth is pressed into a hard line as her eyes are solely focused on the torches.

And then she does something I never would have expected.

I stand momentarily stunned as she brings a torch closer to the vast curtains neatly tucked by the windows. The flames eagerly devour the curtain’s edge, igniting the fabric with flickering sparks. She moves to set the rest of the furniture ablaze, and all I can do is stand dumbfounded, lost in the chaotically beautiful state of mind she’s in. Goddamn, she’s beautiful when she’s falling apart.

Fire engulfs the couches, curtains, and carpet as dancing flames destroy the room, casting an enchanting orange and yellow glow. Mesmerized, I watch as the flames consume the curtains entirely, causing the fabric to melt as it emits a horrible odor reminiscent of smoke.

Naya turns to face me, standing amidst the illuminating flames, and it’s as if her true self is finally unveiled. Her chestnut brown hair is a wild mess cascading down her shoulders, and despite the exhaustion in her eyes, I have never seen her as content before.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I say to her.

Her face lights up when she smiles, along with the flames, illuminating all those gorgeous freckles I want to kiss.

The crackling fire grows louder, a chaotic sound that feels as if peace has finally settled over us. She hurries out of the room when the smoke takes over, making me cough involuntarily. I stand frozen with my two torches in hand before I follow after her when she enters another room; all the while the parlor room is transformed into a burning, glorious blaze.

Naya remains silent as she moves through the floor, igniting one piece of furniture after the other. As the fire rages on, devouring the manor, acrid smoke fills the air and makes it difficult to breathe. Tears gather in the corner of my eyes from the force of it.

“What is your plan, little doll?” I ask her, my voice nearly drowned out by the crackling sounds.

“I have always run away from problems and conflicts. This is my way of facing it,” she says her last words through a cough. “My way of taking back control.”

I make my way over to her, pressing my lips firmly against hers as a sense of pride washes over my entire being at this gorgeous woman and how far she has come since I first saw her over a year ago.

She meets my lips; the fire cascading around us in a dangerous dance that makes the raging heat threaten to stop us and take us under the surface.

“Someone burned down Grimhill Manor, as Daxton said, and it’s time someone does the same to this place. We need to rid the world of this evil.”

I nod, looking into her eyes, before I hold the torches in my hands tighter and walk over to a bed standing close to a window. It catches on fire precisely like everything else as the house becomes drowned in raging flames.

An understanding comes rushing over me, one that makes me realize that this is the only way. There is no way out of here, and without wasting another second, I lead Naya out of the room, press her against a stone wall further away from the burning rooms as I capture her between my arms. Her breath catches in her throat, and her eyes flutter open. I realize what a hold I actually have on her and her soul, and that makes a grin spread over my lips.

Our connection is deeply ingrained within our tainted souls, one that never can be severed. We’re fucking meant to be, and there’s no changing that.

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