In Another World, All Milfs Will Be Mine-Chapter 137: [ - - ] - For her Family

The silence in the dungeon was heavy, a suffocating blanket broken only by the rhythmic dripping of stagnant water and Caelum’s ragged, terrified breathing.

"Why?" Caelum whimpered again, staring at the man he had once trusted with his life, "I gave you everything, Malcom. I gave you my city. I gave you my heart."

"Didn’t I plug your hole every night, I repaid the favour more than enough," Malcom said, his voice devoid of any warmth, his face a slate of indifference, "But my loyalty belong to my Queen. Then. Now. Forever."

He stepped back, sliding into the shadows beside Belladonna, his posture perfect, a steward until the bitter end.

Aliana finally spoke. Her voice was shaking, a brittle thing trying to summon the ghost of her old arrogance. She pulled uselessly at the iron chains hoisting her arms.

"You won’t get away with it? My father is a Lord! The King will hear of this! You will all hang for touching the Blessed one!"

"Yes! Yes!" Hearing his daughter, Caelum got some spine, "Tell me why you are doing this?"

Leo stepped forward. He walked up to Caelum, looking him dead in the eye.

"Why are you so curious, Caelum?" Leo asked, a mocking smile playing on his lips, "You are at the end of your rope. Literally. Why waste your last breaths asking questions you won’t like the answers to?"

"I am a Lord!" Caelum shrieked, the sound echoing off the wet stone, "I demand to know! Why is this happening?!"

"Because you are an idiot," Leo said simply, bored, "Your life is just the punchline to a very long, very bad joke."

Leo turned away from him, his expression sobering as he looked at Seraphine.

She was standing perfectly still in the center of the room. Her eyes were fixed on her husband, but they looked through him. Her hands were clenched into fists at her sides, the knuckles white, the nails biting into her palms. She looked like a statue carved from grief and vengeance.

Leo walked over to her. He placed a hand on her shoulder, a grounding weight.

"It’s time," Leo whispered, "Do what you need to do. Make them pay."

He stepped back, giving her the stage.

Seraphine walked forward. Her heels clicked on the stone floor, a slow, deliberate countdown. Click. Click. Click.

She stopped in front of Caelum. She looked up at him, hanging there, splayed open, pathetic and broken.

"Seraphine," Caelum gasped, his eyes darting frantically, trying to find a purchase for manipulation, "My wife. My dear. Help me. I never did anything wrong to you! I treated you fairly! I gave you a title! I gave you a home! Why are you doing this?"

Seraphine stared at him. Her face didn’t change. It was a mask of cold, marble hatred.

Slowly, deliberately, she reached out.

Her hand moved lower, past his trembling stomach, hovering for a second before descending to his groin.

Caelum flinched, his eyes widening in confusion and dawn terror, "What... what are you... Eeehhh!"

She grabbed him.

Her hand closed around his manhood through the thin, ruined fabric of his trousers. She didn’t hold it gently. She gripped the entire package, his tiny little cock and his balls in a hard, ironhold..

"AGGGHHHH!"

Caelum screamed. It was a high-pitched, agonizing shriek that tore his throat raw.

His eyes bulged out of his skull, veins popping in his neck as his body convulsed, trying to curl up, but the chains held him stretched tight, leaving him completely vulnerable to her mercy.

"No! No! No! Let me go," Caelum pleaded.

But Seraphine didn’t let go. She squeezed harder, her knuckles turning white. She twisted her wrist, grinding the sensitive flesh together, wringing him out like a wet rag.

"You treated me fairly?" she whispered, her voice cold as the grave, "You just used me as a shield for your perversion. You let your daughter torment me."

She leaned in close, her face inches from his sweating, pained visage. She could smell his fear.

"But that is not why you are here, Caelum. You are here because you birthed a monster. You are here because this..."

She tightened her grip, digging her nails into the fabric and the skin beneath until she felt blood weep through the silk, against her palm.

"...Because your seed created the scum that burned my world."

She yanked.

It wasn’t a tug. It was a violent, vicious downward tear. She put her shoulder into it, pulling with the intent to rip him apart at the root.

There was a sickening, wet pop as connective tissue strained and tore.

"AAAAGGGGHHHH!!!"

Caelum’s scream went beyond human. It was the sound of an animal being butchered. He thrashed wildly, his legs kicking at the air, his face turning a dark, suffocated purple. He felt like his insides were being dragged out through his crotch.

"YOU BITCH! I WILL KILL YOU! KILL YOU! UGGHH!"

He swung on the chains, whimpering, gasping for air, his body curled as much as the restraints allowed, sobbing uncontrollably.

"Today," Seraphine announced, wiping her bloodied hand on her dress, leaving a stark red streak against the fabric. Her voice echoed in the chamber, final and absolute, "I am going to make sure my family rests in peace."

She turned to Belladonna. She held out her hand.

"Give it to me."

Belladonna smirked, a dark glint in her eyes. She uncoiled the black leather whip from her belt. It was a nasty thing, tipped with metal barbs. She tossed it through the air.

Seraphine caught it. The handle felt heavy and familiar in her hand. A tool of judgment.

She looked at Aliana. The girl was trembling now, realizing that her titles, her father, and her beauty meant nothing here.

Aliana was pale, her eyes glued to the blood on Seraphine’s hand, then to the whip.

"No," she whispered, shaking her head. "No, you can’t. I am chosen by the GODS! I am..."

CRACK!

Seraphine lashed out. The whip struck Aliana across the chest. It didn’t just sting; the metal barbs bit in and dragged. It sliced through the white combat dress like a razor, opening a diagonal line of red across her skin from shoulder to breast.

"AAAAH!" Aliana shrieked, her head thrown back, the arrogance vanishing instantly into shock and pain.

Seraphine didn’t pause. She pivoted on her heel, a dancer in a macabre ballet, and sent the leather hissing through the air toward Caelum.

CRACK!

It struck him across the exposed stomach. The silk tore instantly, and the skin beneath split open. The barbs hooked for a fraction of a second before ripping free, leaving a jagged, weeping trench across his belly.

"AAAGGHHH!" Caelum cried out in pain, "SERA! I AM SORRY! I AM SORRY! PLEASE!"

"This is for Elara!" Seraphine screamed, her composure finally breaking into a roar of pure, unadulterated rage.

She turned back to Aliana. The girl was sobbing, trying to curl her legs up, but Seraphine was merciless. She aimed low.

CRACK!

The lash wrapped around Aliana’s thigh. The barbs dug into the soft inner flesh. Seraphine yanked it back, tearing a chunk of meat away. Aliana howled, a guttural sound that scraped her throat.

"This is for Finn!"

CRACK!

She spun and struck Caelum across the face. The lash wrapped around his head, the metal tip slicing his eyelid and cheek. He howled, spitting blood and teeth, his head snapping back against the chains.

Seraphine began to move with a terrifying, rhythmic precision. She wasn’t flailing; she was dissecting them. Every strike was a memory. Every blow was a funeral rite. She walked around them, circling her prey, the whip singing a song of ruin.

"You took them from me!"

CRACK!

She whipped Aliana’s breasts, shredding the remaining fabric until she was exposed, her pale skin marred by angry, weeping gullies of red. The barbs caught a nipple, tearing it, and Aliana screamed until she choked, hyperventilating.

"You beat them to death!"

CRACK!

She whipped Caelum’s chest, flaying the skin from his ribs. The leather stripped him down, layer by layer. He was sobbing, begging, but his words were lost in the wet slap of the leather.

"Please!" Aliana begged, sobbing hysterically, snot and tears mixing with the blood on her face, "Mother! Please!"

"Please! I am sorry! I am sorry for killing them! I am sorry I was mean! I will do anything!"

"Sorry doesn’t bring them back!" Seraphine yelled, her voice breaking. Tears streamed down her face, hot and angry, but her arm didn’t falter.

"You think pain is an apology? Let me show you pain!"

She struck Aliana’s stomach, harder than before. The girl retched, dry heaving as the blow knocked the wind out of her.

CRACK.! CRACK.! CRACK!

Seraphine unleashed a flurry of blows, alternating between father and daughter. She turned Caelum’s back into a ruin of hamburger meat. She lashed Aliana’s shins until the skin peeled back from the bone. The dungeon floor became slick with their blood.

Finally, she stopped in front of Aliana again. The girl was limp, hanging by her wrists, whimpering softly.

Seraphine’s eyes were wild. She looked at the ruin she had made, but the fire in her chest hadn’t died. It needed one last log.

She stepped closer. She looked at Aliana’s legs, trembling and slick with blood.

"You took everything from me," Seraphine whispered, "My mother, my brother, my hope!"

She wound up, her arm going back, muscles coiling.

CRACK!

The lash curled around Aliana’s thigh, biting deep, near the bone. But Seraphine wasn’t done. With a vicious flick of her wrist, she sent the tip of the whip upward, seeking the cruelest target.

SNAP.

The leather struck Aliana directly on her pussy, right through the thin, ruined fabric of her panties and dress. The metal barb caught the sensitive flesh and tore.

"AAAAIIIIEEE!"

Aliana’s scream was piercing, shattering the damp air, higher and more desperate than anything before.

Her legs slammed shut instinctively, trying to protect herself, but the damage was done. She writhed in the chains, her face contorted in agony, her body jerking violently against the iron cuffs as fresh blood streamed down her inner thighs.

Seraphine was vicious. She was a storm of vengeance, unrecognizable from the quiet woman they had tormented for years.

Even Belladonna, who had lived her life torturing her enemies, winced slightly as Seraphine laid Caelum’s shin open to the bone with a final, careless backhand strike. She crossed her legs, feeling a phantom sting on her own thighs.

"Her ass moves splendidly when she’s angry," she whispered to Leo, masking her shock with lewdness.

Finally, Seraphine stopped.

Her chest was heaving. Her hair had come loose from its bun, sticking to her sweat-dampened forehead. Her hands were shaking violently.

Caelum and Aliana hung there, limp and broken. Their clothes were rags, soaked in their own blood. Their bodies were maps of lacerations and welts. They were weeping softly, a broken, rhythmic sobbing of those who have no hope left.

Aliana’s dress hung in tatters around her waist, her chest bare and bleeding. Caelum was curled in on himself, blood dripping from his chin and groin.

Seraphine stared at them. She felt no joy. Only a cold, hollow emptiness where her family used to be.

She spat on the floor, mixing her saliva with their blood.

She turned around. She walked back to Belladonna and threw the blood-dyed whip at her feet.

"I am done with them," Seraphine said, her voice hoarse, raw from screaming.

She turned to Malcom, who was looking at her with his eyes wide open.

There was fear there, yes, but also a new, dawning respect. He had never seen the Lady like this. He realized, perhaps for the first time, that she was the most dangerous person in the castle.

"Malcom," Seraphine said.

"Yes, My Lady?" Malcom answered instantly, bowing lower than he ever had before.

"Bring them in," she commanded.

It was vague. Ominous.

Malcom nodded. He knew exactly what she meant.

He walked to the far wall of the dungeon. He clapped his hands twice. Clap. Clap.

A hidden door in the stone wall ground open with a heavy rumble of gears.

A dark, foul smell drifted out from the tunnel beyond. The sound of heavy breathing echoed from the darkness, accompanied by the skittering of claws on stone.

Aliana looked up, her eyes wide with a fresh, primal terror that eclipsed the pain of the whip. "What... what is that?"

Seraphine smiled. It was the smile of the end.

"Your punishment," she whispered.

Something stepped out of the darkness.

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