Quiet Laughter

Maynard looked at the supplies lying on his bed with a critical eye.Hunting knife, check. Heavy cloak, check. Money for when we hit town, check.

“Bag to carry this stuff…” the vampire said as he knelt down beside his bed, pulled out pack and laid it on the bed. “Check.”

As he stood and packed everything neatly inside the bag, Maynard pondered not for the first time whether this was the smartest course of action. He knew it would be Royal whom Karnik would send out after Tighe and him. From what he learned from Tighe about Fae culture, Maynard knew Royal had to hunt and kill her brother and him if commanded by their Master. To not do so would go against her very nature, an instant death to Fae.

“Going somewhere?” a familiar voice inquired. Maynard gasped and turned to find Royal leaning against one supports of the bed’s canopy. He tried to keep from scowling at the girl who suddenly appeared next to him. Wouldn’t do to get her on edge now that we’re so close Maynard thought as he smoothed his skirts.

“Ah was thinkin’ of goin’ on a huntin’ trip.” He told her and Royal smiled.

“Your accent becomes more pronounced when you’re upset or lying.”

This time he didn’t even try to keep from scowling at the Fae. But before, Maynard could fire back a scathing remark, Royal cut him off with a casual air.

“If Tighe were to ever, oh-h go off on one of your huntin’ trips, you are aware that I would have to go too right?”

Her smiled became pointed, “Tighe made an oath to me that we’d stay together. I’m sure there’s some leeway to that promise, fraello is a favorite of the great Queen Titania who always serenely watches over her subjects.”

“I’d give it a day or two before problems arise.” Royal said with a shrug. “Just something to think of…”

She turned and was about teleport out the same way she came in when Maynard’s question stopped her.

“What if y’escaped with us?”

“Then I would be the one breaking their vow.” Royal replied. Without another word she slipped between realms and vanished.
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The empty stone hall echoed with hushed furtive steps. Maynard held Tighe’s hand as he led them to the main castle door and freedom. Sunrise had come leaving most of Karnik’s guards gone from their normal posts and ensconced in their rooms.

It made for the perfect moment for escape.

The two crept toward the doorway to the main hall and the sole exit in the castle. At the doorway, Maynard released Tighe’s hand and motioned him to stay behind him while he confirmed the coast was clear.

The candles are all doused but there doesn’t seem to be anyone around. Maynard thought to himself. I’ll chance it.

The vampire took Tighe’s hand into his own and both darted into the room. It wasn’t until they saw the faint outline of someone leaning against the door that they knew of the trap.

“Off somewhere?” Karnik casually inquired. His shadow began tossing something absently up and down, something that Tighe’s Fae senses were screaming danger about.

“Mastah, ah didn—” Maynard said before a sudden paralysis cut off his words. Behind him, Tighe also suffered a similar fate.

Karnik lounged against the wall. "What? You didn't see me?" He kept them bound within his powers, his tone going low and dangerous. He tossed the item from hand to hand, before using his powers to blaze the candles high, throwing the entire room into sharp, bright illumination.

Though his body was held prisoner, inside Tighe’s mind he was screaming. He was tearing at his eyes, begging for it not to be true. That was a ball Karnik was playfully tossing about...not Itsuki’s head. Not kind Itsuki who Tighe had just seen!

Maynard’s mind did not deny what his eyes told him. The round object with short red hair and the empty brown gaze was once a Hikaru twin. The lack of a small mole near his right eye confirmed the head to be Itsuki’s.

Karnik rolled the head, perfectly aimed so it rolled to a stop at Tighe’s paralyzed feet. "Surprise!" He grinned manically, the flickering candle light throwing dark shadows over his face and teeth.

He released his hold on Tighe’s throat, so he could hear any delicious noises he made. Large gasps of air fueled that long drawn out sounds of distress and fear. Words were intermixed with the screams.

“No. Suki. Not real, it can’t be-” Tighe rasped. “Not Suki-chan!”

Karnik made the head dance around Tighe’s feet, then to Maynard. "Maynard." He purred. Maynard’s mouth moved over the words ‘master’, but Karnik ignored him. “I am curious as to where you are going with my Tighe here."

“W-we were just” Tighe stuttered before his fearful shaking cut his words short. Maynard even tried speaking but his mouth merely gapped open and close like a fish.

Karnik whipped his head around, attention diverted back to Tighe. "What were you doing? Running away again?"

“I haven’t tried running away!” Tighe cried struggling against Karnik’s power over him. He knew if he could just break free he could slip between realms with Maynard and be free. Tighe knew he had to return but he longed for even that small moment of freedom.

Karnik snorted. "Weren't running away? Then where were you sneaking off too?”

“Running away is defined as leaving and not returning.” Tighe muttered crossing his arms inside his mind with a pout since he couldn’t actually do it.

Karnik snorted. "And why would you come back? It's much easier, even if I enjoy the thrill of the hunt, to keep you right here."

“Did you ever think I might like to get a tan?” Tighe snapped before he could stop himself. Maynard’s eyes went wide in fear as the Fae winced, cursing his Fae blood.

If I get out of this, I am going to have to work on my brain to mouth filter. Tighe thought anticipating a slap or fist to his jaw for his smart mouth.

Karnik tilted his head to side and laughed, a hissing sound between his teeth. "Why would you wish for a tan?"

“It’s healthy. I like the feel of the sun on my skin.” Tighe replied slowly, cautiously weighing his words. Then he scattered prudence to the four winds by offhandedly adding, “And I know you can’t get to me when I’m outside in the sun.”

Karnik lashed out, thin tendrils of blood trickling, then gushing down Tighe’s face and neck. "That is why it is forbidden. I am told you have some semblance of intelligence, therefore it must be deliberate."

Maynard forced air through his paralyzed throat in a hiss as Tighe whimpered and fell to his knees clutching his face. Anger for his lover burned within him and he longed to break free of his invisible shackles just for the simple pleasure of scratching Karnik’s eyes out.

Karnik heard the breathy whistle of air dragged through Maynard’s throat. “And you know this most of all. Where you intending to go outside at midday?”

His facial features were not paralyzed and Maynard gave his Master an ugly stare full of hate and loathing. At his side, under the cloak his fingers twitched while at his feet Tighe cried.

Karnik looked at Maynard, his furious struggle against Karnik powers. He smiled, it was a shame Maynard was being punished. He turned his attention back to Tighe, and aimed a kick at his midriff.

Tighe jerked free of Karnik’s control just as the vampire went to strike him. He slipped between realms, reappearing almost in the exact place he vanished from. Maynard let out a garbled delightful cry that distracted Tighe long enough to catch another kick, this one to his head. The Fae went down like a ton of bricks.

Karnik jerked Tighe up, his toes barely brushing the stone flagging. “See what your impertinence brings.”

He pulled the slim wand of wood from where he'd holstered it along his thigh. He pressed the sharpened point under Tighe’s chin, watched his eyes go wide, and in one smooth movement, staked Maynard through the heart.

“No!” Tighe screamed. He kicked his feet helplessly as Maynard slumped to the floor with a startled gasp. His Fae senses and the look in May’s eyes told Tighe what the dying man’s final thoughts were.

Is this the pain you need from me now, Master? Does this ultimate pain mean you’ll love me forever?

Slowly, the light within his dark eyes faded and then Maynard was gone from the world. His body began to fold in on itself, shifting from cool flesh to a fine dark powder. Tighe whimpered as he ceased struggling and began to cry.

Karnik cupped his cold fingers underneath Tighe’s chin, and raised his face. "Such sweet sorrow.” He said. "Now all mine."

He kicked Itsuki’s head, from the floor into his free hand and pressed its and Tighe’s cheeks together. “How a wonderfully diverse pair!” He cackled. Tighe let his anger blanket his sorrow as only a Fae could.

“You sick fuck.” Tighe snapped ignoring the coldness of dead skin against his own. “What’d you do with the rest of Itsuki!”

“I fed him to the furry guard.” Karnik hold Tighe, rolling the cheeks together in a rocking movement. "Piece by piece. I kept the head for you." Karnik turned his face and looked down at the pile of clothing and dust that was once Maynard. “And your boyfriend.”

“Son of a bitch!” Tighe screamed and punched Karnik.

Karnik chin snapped a little to the side at the impact as Tighe began cursing him as he flailed in multiple languages, some ancient and dead and others still in use. The blow was a good solid one, from a Fae. He laughed.

“I can't really remember my mother, but I am sure she'd be offended.” He cheerfully punched Tighe back, rocking the Fae’s body backwards where it was then held in place by invisible strings.

“I’m certain my words aren’t the only thing that would offend her.” Tighe snapped back spitting blood. “With a demented fucking psycho for a son-”

Karnik slapped him sharply, digging his nails into the cuts already lining Tighe’s face. He let the head drop to the floor, and used his other hand to pull an iron knife out.

“That was not wise, little one." He said and with glee stabbed Tighe.

Tighe screamed as his anger left him in a cold rush of pain, leaving only sorrow behind. So many people have died because of me. Mother, Otousan, Hand Maiden Ellyon, Grandmother Danu, Itsuki, Maynard…

“Why am I still alive?” Tighe hissed as tears fell down his cheeks.

Karnik leaned in close, and licked delicately at the mix of blood and tears: metal and salt. "Why, you my little one, are worth so much more than they." His path led him to Tighe’s neck. "I can see that I will never bore of your spirit, or your body, forever young as it is." He grinned, lapping at the blood dripping from Tighe’s chin.

“I’m not a fucking puppet.” The Fae whispered with a shudder.

Karnik grinned. "You are if I want you to be." He strode down the hallways to his special room, dragging Tighe, wrapped in his powers behind him. "I haven’t shown you my playroom yet, have I?"

He turned his head to grin back, delighting in Tighe’s fearful widening of his eyes. "I do have several torture chambers, but this one is special, and your remaining friends are already there." He ran lightly up a flight of stairs, opening a heavy oak door on to a room set up as a stage, with scenery, and ropes and pulleys. Limp and suspended like puppets from the flies were Royal and Kazumi.

“I think I'll have you center stage." Karnik said, reaching to fit Tighe into the harness himself.

Tighe kicked and thrashed against the vampire’s bodily manipulations, screaming obscenities at him. His struggles were in vain however and left him physically weak dangling like a puppet from its strings.

Karnik laughed, a full bellied laugh, and started pulling levers. There was the sound of pulleys whirling and Tighe was suspended in the center of the ‘stage’, legs and arms splayed.

"What tale shall we tell tonight? It will be a cautionary tale, no less." Karnik said. Royal peered up at him through her bangs and from where Tighe was he saw dried blood at the corner of her mouth.

“Of course, Master Karnik.” She replied quietly. “One we all shall not forget, no doubt.”

Tighe drew in the last reserves of strength and fought against his shackles once more, uttering venomous curses. After awhile however, Royal could tell Tighe was just cursing loudly because he liked the acoustics.

Karnik let Tighe hang, and raised an eyebrow at his antics. Amusing, yes, but only for a short while. He snapped his fingers and a lackey cautiously approached him.

"Master?"

"A gag. And the chest."

"Yes Master."

For now Karnik pushed Tighe, so he swayed on the ropes and pondered. "I think you'll have to be center stage."

“Te odeo, interfice te cochleare.*” Tighe snapped at him with just as much vehemence as he did the last time he used that particular curse. He kicked and screamed until his breathing was ragged, his muscles screaming in protest.

It was then that the surviving Hikaru twin, Kazumi, pulled himself out from the depths of unconsciousness and opened his eyes. He lifted his head up and saw red.

There dangling inches away were those responsible for the death of his other half: Royal and Tighe. With a growl he lunged at them, coming up millimeters shy of Royal’s throat. She didn’t even spare him a glance.

"And we have ourselves the antagonist."

Servants, with the chest and a selection of gags turned up. Karnik selected a ball gag. It was his new toy in the gag department, knowing Fae who could see contraptions of the future had its uses. The purple of the ball matched Tighe’s hair. He motioned to the servants and they swung a struggled Tighe down in front of him. "Open wide."

“Kiss my ass you Ga-” The Fae’s furious retort was cut short by Karnik shoving the gag into his mouth and securing it behind his head.

Royal didn’t fight the servants when they lowered her to place a black gag into her mouth. She opened her mouth before being asked and lowered her head so they could secure it. A red ball gag was rammed into Kazumi’s mouth amidst much angry snapping and biting once he was lowered. Two bloodied servants were quietly dragged from the room before everything was ready for Karnik’s grand puppet theater.

Karnik gestured at servants, until they where arranged, suspended by the ropes to his liking. "Anyone care to guess the theme of the show?"

At Tighe’s glare and Royal’s shaken head, he laughed, gleeful and manic. "Why, puppetry! I control all that I own. I pull the strings. And." He moved closer to Tighe, pushing his body so it swayed gently. "What can you do about it?"

Tighe screamed at him and wiggled against his restraints while Kazumi growled and tried chewing through the gag. Royal patiently waited for more of the lesson. She always was an eager student.

Karnik noted that Royal wasn't struggling, her gaze was steady. She had always followed his orders due to her debt, she probably already knew the lesson. But she never did seem to learn.

Tighe, ah Tighe, he obviously needed it spelled out, for he was a wily as a Fae but as dumb as a human. And Kazumi. Far more entertaining now he was a whole, instead of part of a pair.

Fae senses told Tighe the restraints around his wrists and ankles were well oiled and cared for. They were obviously used more often than Tighe would have guessed before today. The weak scent of sweat his heightened nose detected revealed the last person to be Karnik’s puppet was most likely a shifter. A were-animal that felt like a cat but not. A fox.

They were not happy either being strung up and helplessly manipulated. They were scared enough to urinate on themselves and try gnawing their hand off at the wrist. Tighe wondered if that was the reason for the gags. He nibbled on his, amused all of a sudden at the rubbery feel against his jaws.

Karnik raised an eyebrow, bemused, as Tighe chomped at the gag. "It's no use, I won't take it off." He gestured to the servants and they pulled on the ropes, getting the cast into position.

I wasn’t trying to get it off. Tighe thought in reply as he gnawed on his ‘toy’. He listened to Kazumi growl and audibly grinded his teeth against his gag as they both dangled. For amusement value, the Fae tried hopping in place as he chewed.

Royal could tell her brother was thinking, This is fun!

“I believe a taming is in order!” Karnik said. He pointed to Kazumi, "You're the wasp." And he laughed at Kazumi’s noises of rage around the gag. “Shall I tell you your lines? Or shall I just pluck your sting?”

Tighe quit his goofing around and watched as Kazumi lunged toward Karnik with an angry scream. He swung sideways and gently bumped the vampire’s shoulder before swinging back and roughly knocking into Royal’s side. She let a giggle escape from behind the gag as the two of them rocked side to side, bumping into Tighe as well.

Karnik smirked, “Now now, save your strength. We’re only just beginning our tale.” He laughed as Tighe swayed gently and helplessly, gesturing for him to be raised so his feet did not touch the floor.

Tighe screamed as he was lifted and kicked wildly in a frantic attempt to grasp his sister around the waist with his legs. She smirked behind the gag and waved at him.

Fraella! she heard him say with her Fae senses. He’s gonna kill us! Don’t let him do this!

Karnik gave him a gentle push in the small of his back again. And what do you think she can do about it?. Karnik spun him. “Nothing!” He gestured, and a small collection of servants with instruments began to play a merry jig. "Time for the musical number. Who wishes to sing?"

Fuck you cock sucker. He heard Kazumi snap.

Sorry Master, I skipped my singing lessons as a child. Royal thought with a smirk. And for the Goddess’s sake, I’d advice you not to even attempt asking Tighe.

Quietly the male Fae began humming off tune along with the humans’ music. Had not Royal been bound in the same fashion as her brother, she would have kicked him to make him be silent.

Karnik turned his attention to Kazumi, ignoring the tuneless humming behind him. He slapped Kazumi, allowing his nails to score blood. "It's not your turn."

He spun to face Tighe, who was happily swaying in his ropes and humming. He shook his head. "Perhaps a dance then."

I like dances...I’m pretty good at that. Shame I’m always the girl...Even Royal made me the girl when we attended Fae balls.... He shot her a reproachful look that she ignored.

Fraella, I hate you. This is all your fault. Royal knew he was thinking.

Karnik motioned sharply and Tighe and Royal’s ropes where jerked, making them ‘dance’ along to the music. Karnik danced, in amongst his three puppets. He was the ring master for this show.

Even as demonic as he was, Tighe could appreciate Karnik’s attractiveness. As the vampire spun, his hair silkily swirled around him. The Fae could only be silent amidst such dark beauty.

After a few turns of the stage, Karnik spun to a stop in front of the still bleeding Kazumi and made a sharp gesture. The ropes went slack, dumping Kazumi onto the boarded floor, a servant loosening his bonds. "This is your queue." He told him, before turning back to the Fae siblings.

Kazumi slunk away into a darkened corner and watched his master play. There would be time enough later to avenge his other half.

Karnik circled Tighe, deciding what would be the best punishment. He disliked punishing creatively for it usually meant that he didn't get full satisfaction.... unless. Smirking evilly Karnik closed in on Tighe.

Royal didn’t like the look on the vampire’s face and neither did the silent Tighe. Both somewhat wished he was back to shaking his groove thing or pretending he was Geppetto. The look Tighe was getting did not bode well in their opinion.

Karnik ran one finger up the length of Tighe’s torso, letting his nail dig in, and on the way down ripped Tighe’s clothing open. He grinned at Tighe’s little gasp, and pushed the tatters away.

Tighe growls at him and tries to kick Karnik in the face, succeeding in only rocking himself off to one side. Royal knows that her brother is picturing himself as an angry saber tooth tiger, mauling Karnik to death and she begs him with her eyes not to make his thoughts a reality. Not because Tighe couldn’t transform into the extinct animal—because he could—but for fear of the loss of her brother’s innocence. She knew all too well that once you kill, you can never truly cease killing.

Karnik laughed at this image. "More like a kitten pulled from the riptide." He gave Tighe a shake, all bedraggled and lost and helpless and owned." He spun Tighe around, a tangle of ropes and clothing. "Where shall we begin?"

His Fae senses were screaming at him to slip between realms and escape. His sister wanted him to stay to avoid worse punishment. Kazumi wanted him and Royal flayed with iron studded whips and their innards torn out, laid out on a platter and served to him with rice.

Why won’t you just fuck me and just get it over with? Tighe thought at Karnik. I’m tired, depressed and really don’t want to put up with this crap.

Karnik smirked, "And wouldn't you like that. It seems your attraction to fucking has made you forget the household pet rules." He jabbed at Tighe’s soft stomach with his nails. "Would you like a reminder?"

In response, Tighe took a page from Royal’s book and gave him a bland look. His mind however was awhirl.

Ow that hurt! Sonofabitch! What the fuck is with those claws? Was Karnik a fucking hawk in a past life? I wonder if I can get some hawk meat, I haven’t had any before. I wonder if it tastes like sphinx. Sphinx tastes like spicy hickory smoked bacon.

Karnik frowned. He didn't like being ignored. He gripped the base of Tighe’s cock, hard and grinned at Tighe’s gasp. "Still feeling hungry?" He asked, easing his grip so Tighe’s penis could harden under his hand. He reached out a hand and a servant placed a length of soft rope in it. Karnik tied it tightly around the base of Tighe’s cock.

“Oh fuck not that.” The Fae said behind his gag. His eyes darted over to his sister and found her meditating—else she was off in La-la land. Either way she was giving him some privacy. Kazumi however was not so polite. His glare was fixed on Tighe over their master’s shoulder.

Karnik smirked. “It seems the lesson only sticks, if this does.” Karnik gave the ties a tweak. “You do remember the lesson, yes?” He stepped back to admire his handy work to date: a red mark down his stomach and the improvised cock ring.

A hiss escaped from beneath Tighe’s gag and he jerked in his restraints. Kazumi’s rancid thoughts of his dismemberment wasn’t helping his mood any.

And then it got worse. The werewolf remembered to remove his gag.

“Make them suffer, Master!” Kazumi growled.

Karnik tilted his head, laughing. “They'll suffer alright. But that is not your call to make.” He drew an iron knife, “Hm, now where to start?” He trailed it from Tighe’s nipple to his belly button, and Tighe jerked against his bindings with a hiss. Karnik licked the blood from the blade, savoring the flavor.

Royal heard the soft whimper curl up from her brother’s throat and fear coiled in her stomach. She retreated further within her meditation, alert to only that which was directed at her.

“Remember how not so long ago, you begged for my touch? I believe you had a blade seated deep into your flesh.” He sliced another wet, red line on Tighe’s chest and lapped gently at the blood tickling down, letting some of it pool in his belly button. “Then you needed no other lover.”

N-not true Tighe thought with a shudder. I never—

A hazy memory stirred. There was warmth and there were soft touches. Black and lavender silk gently floating in water. Hard red marble and soft white towels. Sweet kisses tasting of lilacs and freshly minted pennies.

Tighe recalled the feel of firm fingers kneading loose knots that worked into his shoulders. He remembered arching willingly into Karnik’s touches. He reminisced upon the vampire’s playful side.

He remembered offering his blood to Karnik…and begging for his touch. For once, Tighe was silent both physically and mentally. He lowered his head in shame and drooped pathetically on his puppet strings.
Karnik ran a proprietary hand down Tighe's side, “Yes.” he purred. “You have already been tamed, but it seems you wish to be reminded.”

I’m sorry. Tighe thought with a sniff. Royal glanced over at her brother and found him crying. Her Fae senses told her he was emotionally wore out and physically tired.

She rattled her restraints and Tighe’s head jerked up in alarm. His eyes told her everything she needed to know. Don’t focus his attention on you. Let me do this. This isn’t your fault. It’s mine.

Karnik smirked and lapped almost gently at the tears. "Yes, I see you remember."

He clasped Tighe’s body and pulled him close to his own, which was chilly now, as he hadn't fed in a while.

A servant appeared at his side with a vial of oil, and Karnik liberally coated his cock with it, before lowering his slick fingers to Tighe’s entrance.

The Fae jerked in his embrace before he caught himself and held still. He hissed behind the gag as one too many fingers slid past rigid muscle and penetrated his body.

Karnik smirked, and twisted his fingers cruelly. "Did you miss this so much?" He asked.

Without warning he lined his cock up, and pushed in, steadily without pause, not allowing Tighe to adjust to the intrusion. The Fae screamed at the same moment something snapped, spilling Royal onto the floor.

Immediately she rolled away from Tighe, sensing without evidence that her brother was the reason the strings broke. She tore the gag from her mouth, angrily tossed it away from her as she used her talent to blend into her surroundings.

Wrapped up in Tighe, thrusting into his tight heat Karnik registered the snap and the bang, but paid it no heed. He wrapped his hand around Tighe’s bound cock and smirked.

“Not suffering too much?”

The Fae whimpered and ground his teeth into the rubbery gag as his legs trembled and his arms twitched in their restraints.

Hidden from sight, Royal kept a close eye on her brother and his magic levels. She knew in extremely emotional situations, mostly involving withholding sexual release, a Fae’s innate magic could spiral out of control.

Karnik felt the hairs on the back of his neck rise, smelt the ozone, the scent of magic. He thrust in again, angling Tighe so he was perfectly positioned so he could hit the Fae’s prostate easily if he chose too.

Tighe began kicking his feet and thrashing in his restraints. He squeezed his eyes shut, holding in his magic against the onslaught of pain/pleasure. He felt it rising up within him with every thrust. I can’t let it hurt fraella...or Master’s things. Tighe thought frantically as his jaw popped from grinding his teeth. He’ll kill me if I mess with anything in here!

Karnik growled, the rising magic curling down his body, adding to his pleasure and thrust deeply, in a steady rhythm, just teasing Tighe with the knowledge that he could hit his prostate if he wished. He ran his fangs down Tighe’s neck, teasing, and removed the ball gag, wanting to hear him beg.

With his mouth empty, Tighe’s quiet whimpers because more audible. Loud gasps were drawn out with every pull of his flesh. His mouth felt empty without the gag, his jaw rubbery every time he clenched his teeth.

“M-master” Tighe stammered, his body rocking from the deep thrusts.
Karnik dug his fangs into Tighe’s neck and drank deeply. It wouldn't be long for him now, but for Tighe and his sister, he had other entertaining plans afoot.

He thrust deeper into Tighe, completely ignoring Tighe’s pleasure, grinding his fingers into his hips, long sharp fingernails letting more blood from Tighe’s pale skin. He came, threw his head back, letting blood run down his chin, before dropping Tighe to dangle in his ropes. He wiped at his mouth... "For the second act..." He grinned evilly. "Kazumi is our leading man."

He considered, before turning his attention to Royal. "You can not kill her, but she can not harm you in anyway."

“As you wish Master.” Royal said at the same time her brother squawked. She rose to her feet as Kazumi stalked toward her with an evil glint in his eyes. All Tighe had the strength to do was whisper.

“No.”

Karnik wasn't particularly interested in Royal's pain, that she was being punished was enough. But the look on Tighe's face was exquisite. The pain, the horror and the simple fact he was watching his sister being molested.

He found however, he was weary of this game, he had fed, he had fucked, and now he had business to attend too, but first, a nap. He left the room, unnoticed.

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Author’s note:
* Refer back to the bottom of Chapter 16 for translation.