Chapter 95: Princesses Don’t Bleed Like This

Thankfully, dreams can change. If we’d all stuck with our first dream, the world would be overrun with cowboys and princesses.

The intruder had called Milo a princess and if anything, the little girl knew that princesses are someone who were pretty, rich and happy.

It would not be wrong to say that Milo surely wanted to be a princess. And if someone called her a princess, then they must be a good man.

But everything took a turn when she asked for the codeword.

The silence of the Citadel filled with her screams as the codeword never came. What came out was a spear and her almost death.

Milo hid herself under the bed, did everything she could to stay safe but the hand of the bad man followed her under the bed as well and dragged her out.

She watched the crazed eyes of the man and instead of princess and the original codeword, the man created a rhyme of his own:

"Filthy little shits shall be cut down to bits. Just like your brother covered in spits and just like his sister shivering her tits!"

Milo didn’t even know the meaning of some words the man used but the tight grip on her hand, and the dread creeping in her heart, caused her vision to turn blurry.

But through this blurry vision, she saw something she shouldn’t have seen.

The armor, the color, the uniform of the bad man in front of her.

It all reminded her of that day.

The person in front of Milo looked just like the guards she had met at the gate of the Citadel.

The light red color of the uniform gave her flashbacks and in her fear, she came to a false realization that this was the same guard who had invaded their hut that day.

But the truth was, the guards who entered her hut that day were hundred times more brutal than the bad guard in front of her.

They had outright killed while this man still kept her alive.

However, she didn’t know that she was only alive because she was needed.

The guard in front of her was sent for a purpose.

He was sent by the Emberlord as he was none other than the Enforcer Kairon.

Milo had lost all her strength as her drooped eyes stayed on Kairon’s face.

Kairon felt the heaviness of the little child.

"Stay awake, little shit. I am taking you to your brother. I need you awake!" He shouted and lucky for him, Milo could still hear.

"Rea-reall-y?" She asked with broken breaths.

Kairon grinned. "Yes. Stay awake till then. After seeing him, you can sleep for good."

Milo nodded using her little strength and Kairon stood up.

His right hand held Milo’s left arm and he wasn’t considerate in that.

Milo’s feet weren’t on the floor as Kairon tried his best to rip her hand simply by holding it.

He was many times taller than Milo and the little girl could only groan at the strain she faced on her hand.

She was still drenched, water or sweat, no one could tell.

Water dripped from her dress and hair as she constantly shivered out of cold or fear, no one could tell.

Nevertheless, Kairon’s work was done.

He was sent here to bring Milo and he succeeded.

"I was hoping for more struggle from you. You made it so boring, bitch."

He shook his head and dragged the little girl out of the room.

He didn’t close the door and straight out went for the stairs.

He handled her like a toy, shifting her left and right and smiling when she groaned.

"This is fun in its own way."

She crossed the first floor in such a way and reached the stairs of the second floor.

"Let’s do something else for this one."

He looked at his left hand that held the spear.

He didn’t let go of Milo’s arm and pulled her higher.

He brought her near his eye level with his usual grin.

He was spoiled with options.

He had a little girl with him whom he could play with as much as he wanted as long as she didn’t die.

But he had already decided on the idea for the second floor so he would do just that.

He brought the tip of his spear near Milo’s legs and using it, he lifted her dress.

Milo’s hand instinctively went to stop the dress from being lifted but Kairon gripped her left arm tighter.

She groaned.

"I am not stripping you naked, pig. As I will sleep with filth."

Milo flinched and Kairon stopped lifting her dress after reaching her inner thighs.

He couldn’t contain his grin as he brought the steel tip of the spear closer to Milo’s soft pale skin.

Milo shivered at the contact of the cold metal and the next second, her shivering turned to...

"Aaaaaaaaanghh!"

Scream.

Kairon pressed the tip of his spear on Milo’s inner thighs to the point of blood leaking out.

He dragged the tip to make the wound longer and he succeeded.

Milo’s left inner thigh now had a line of blood and only after making sure that the wound was deep enough to constantly drip blood, he removed his spear from Milo.

But the blood wasn’t the only thing dripping on the stairs, Milo’s tears had joined too.

She called for Zane to help her. Her brother always comes. He had promised her that nothing would happen to her. No harm shall befall on her as long as he is alive.

Another wave of fear washed over her body as she got terrified by her own thoughts.

No harm shall befall on her as long Zane was alive. But the harm already befell on her meaning Zane was no more.

Her brother was dead.

Her entire body went numb.

She felt no pain.

She felt no pain on her thigh.

Kairon couldn’t care less as he climbed down the stairs.

He made sure that each stair had Milo’s blood on it. He had created a little game of his own.

Soon, he reached the stairs towards the first floor and peeked at the Flame Tower.

"Shit. I took so much time. No more games it seems."

He shook his head and for the stairs of this floor as well, he carried on the game of dropping blood.

Otherwise, he was thinking of playing a new game for this floor.

Nevertheless, in no time he crossed the first floor as well and reached the exit of the building.

He wasted no seconds and with long strides, ran towards the Cathedral.

In a swift, he reached the large door and knocked on it.

And as the door opened, another idea came to his mind.

He grinned and when the door finally opened, he held Milo by the neck and...

THUD!

Yanked her inside the Cathedral like the toy she was.