White Queen Ascending

A piece of cloth suddenly appeared in Garth's hand, wrapping the jade-like wrists of Isla behind her back.

"What… what do you want to do?!" Isla angrily said.

Garth laughed and returned the question teasingly. "Hmm… what do I want to do?"

"If you dare lay your hands on me, Torin will definitely kill you!" She tried to talk with a firm tone to threaten him. A pity, he isn't the least been intimidated.

"Ha. I am so scared!" He said sarcastically. "Don't worry too much though, it is not you that I want to touch." He added. He is losing his rational thinking upon imagining the things he would do to the child. Raya's face full of tears and snot appeared in his mind, making him laugh even more.

"YOU!!! Don't!" Isla panicked. "Don't hurt her! I beg you! Please don't!"

"Hahaha that's what I want to hear. More! MORE! BEG ME MORE!" he kept on laughing. He then looked at Isla, removing the smile on his face. He punched her in the stomach making her bent down in pain. Then, with another cloth at hand, he tied her feet together. Now, Isla can forget running away from him. Not that she would though, her child is also in danger after all. After feeling satisfied, Garth smirked and turned around to go back to Raya.

Isla's muffled voice could still be heard shaking and pleading, but Garth, as if deaf, appeared not to hear anything.

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"Hello, little Raya." Garth said upon seeing the girl sitting in the same position. She looks really behaved.

Raya looked at him and nodded her head. "Hello." She answered briefly.

"Do you want to come with me to see your mom?" He asked her with a gentle voice. Like the demon, who was laughing a while ago while tying Isla down, never existed.

"Um." She once again nodded her small head.

He took her hand, and lead the way. Upon entering the kitchen once again, Gath stopped and kneeled with one knee on the ground as he faced the scared Raya, whose body already started shaking from fear.

"Do you want to see your mother get hurt?" He asked, his voice is still gentle and soft, but his face now appeared like a devil's advocate.

Raya shook her head, her lips trembling.

"Then would you rather get hurt than see your mommy in pain?" Garth added.

She nodded her head and said a brief "Yes." Her eyes are filled with fear and confusion, but majority with fear. She looked at her mother sprawling on the floor. Although the child feel really scared, and couldn't understand what's happening, her feet stay glued on the ground. The sole reason being—her mother is still here.

She gazed at her mother, and mouthed, "mommy" while her lips was quivering.

Isla was crying her eyes out, as she also tried to communicate to her daughter. Teardrops kept on falling out from her puffy eyes. She wanted to tell her daughter to run, but the piece of cloth shutting her mouth only allowed her to produce muffled, indecipherable sounds.

Garth walked slowly towards the kitchen table as he observes the two. He finds great entertainment just from watching them. With a disgusting smile, he picked up a knife and playfully held it in his hand.

Upon seeing the knife in his hands, Isla, as if injected with chicken blood [1], struggled once again even more fiercely.

"No! No!" she tried to shout. Her body trembled violently. She's really terrified now of what he'd do to her child.

'Why is this happening?'

'What did we do wrong?'

'Torin, where are you?'

Several questions popped up on her head. With self-blame, she cried louder. She crawled on the ground, trying to reach and stop him.

Garth saw her doing that and frowned in irritation. He kicked her once again, throwing her several steps away backward.

"You just watch there and enjoy the show." He said with a smirk. "It's a pity, I was only able to bring a few toys with me. But don't you worry my dear, it won't lessen the game's fun."

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"Old sire, It's time for me to go home. My wife must be very worried about me." Torin said to the old man beside him.

"Go on, child. This old man can still take care of himself alone." The old sire replied with a laugh.

"I will go and call the next guard on duty." Torin said and bowed at the old man before leaving.

Torin has been feeling really uneasy for a while now, which he finds very ominous. 'Something couldn't have happened to them right?' he asked himself as he think of his family.

After calling for the next guard and giving him some instructions, he left the Old Mavi's house. He walked in a fast pace, hurrying to go home.

With every step, he felt his heart grow heavy. He couldn't shake off that bad feeling. For others, they'd just label this as overthinking and being paranoid. In fact, Torin thinks quite the same. But he, also think that it's better to believe in it than to be sorry for not trusting his own instincts.

With those thoughts running in his mind, he started running faster. But what Torin didn't know is that, he was already a bit too late.

[1] Inject chicken blood- Chinese netizens use the term to mean that someone is crazy or obssessed about something or an idol. (Source: szdaily.com) lol I just wanted to use that term. I interpret it as if being injected with steroids or something like that.