The guards had ravaged her till death came, ending their perverted desires that had been laid upon the young slave girl.
"Tch, its dead."
The bald headed guard with bold confidence grunted in displeasure
"Disheartening right. Here I thought we'd have fun all night but I guess it couldn't take it anymore."
He who had spoken had turned to face the corpse of the slave girl, disdain filling his thin eyes as he brought a low kick to the corpses abdomen.
"That's why I told you that the "summerhouse" is the best place to go to for such activities. The ladies there are after all part of the Fuller clan, sigh."
"ahh, shut your complaining. You also enjoyed Falsus, but... I get where you're coming from, tsk, I still haven't shaken off my desire."
"But wait, how are going to enter the house? Technically speaking-
"arghh let's leave the complex talk for later, right now we gotta get rid of the corpse. Who knows we might get another one later, the night is still young."
He wickedly grinned as he ended his statement, so did the other two guards grin as the bald headed guard threw a short glance towards the sleeping gaze. His eyes burning with a passion as they landed on one particular slave, so did the other two figure out which one the bald headed guard had been looking at.
"ok Sergio, I'll clean up over here, you go ask Juon for that one."
A wicked glint, lit in Falsus's eyes as he had finished speaking.
The bald headed guard, "Sergio" by name, nodded genially, his expression filled with eager desire as he turned to head towards the fire place. Beckoning his fellow guard, a slim man with thin eyes to go with him, they turned and walked towards the fire place leaving the short man with curly hair to bury the dead slave girl.
Reaching out to grab the corpse, Falsus commented on the dead slave girl in disdain,
"too bad you died, if you had stayed alive you might have become one of the call girls within the midlands."
Laying it upon his shoulders like a bag of sand, Falsus marched towards the darkness his full plated armor not making a sound.
...
The time had come.
Hearing nobody around, the former Telemenphen prince came out from the corpse carriage. Fearing that the rattling of the shackles would alert the guards, he proceeded extremely cautiously, counting the seconds as they trickled by in this dense and mysterious forest. There was barely any air movement, animal sounds where as good as extinct in this environment, but that all served to aid him in his grand plan of escape.
'1... 2... 3... 4...'
He counted ever so diligently, his senses heightened.. extremely so such that he could hear his feet softly crunch against the dry earth. His ears ringed, his heart fell silent as he forced himself to not panic, alerting the guards of his presence.
Fearing that he had been in the open for far too long, the former Telemenphen prince went beneath on of the carriages that forming the semi-circular camp.
'13... 14... 15... 16...'
Like an insect, he went beneath the carriage, having held his breath throughout the whole escape plan. His fear of not being found out by the now vigilant Juon with his squad of guards and the eerie environment he had been in, forced him to undertake such drastic measures of self-preservation.
Crouched underneath the carriage, he slowly took in a deep breath, the heart violently throbbing as the his ears ringed incessantly. He wanted to gaze upon the earth steadily but his vision was greatly blurred.
Steady breaths he took, his mouth quivering and his eyes blood shot.
'56... 57... 58... 59...'
He thought tiredly forcing his senses to remain highly engaged.
Muffled sounds echoed throughout the air entering his ringing ears. Slowly turning his bloodshot eyes, he didn't cast his full gaze towards the two approaching guards but rather kept them at the periphery of his vision.
Long orange hair paired with immaculate features that seemed like a visage of their former glory but albeit still present. She kicked and struggled against her oncoming future, but its malevolent grips felt invincible as it wickedly grinned trudging forward undisturbed.
Falsus had returned from his self-imposed duty, his expression showcasing his apparent displeasure, but, hearing the muffled cries of a female, a short chortle escaped from his thick lips. His displeasured countenance having been erased by the apparent joy,
"I take it caravan leader Juon accepted, right Sergio?"
His wicked grin showcasing his evident desire.
"Don't worry Falsus, we got the go ahead."
Chortling, Sergio answered. Lust burning deep within his brown eyes.
"who's going first though?"
The thin man spoke questioningly, his lusting voice trembling excitedly.
"It seems like you wanna go first, Roman."
Falsus spoke as he approached the oncoming two meeting them halfway within the same exact place the previous slave had been toyed with excessively.
"what's wrong with that, after all you guys had the most fun whilst I was stuck behind. So this time, let me start first then you lot can join in later, right Sergio."
The bald headed Sergio answered,
"I see no problem with it, after all Roman was either stuck behind or was watching from the sidelines."
The former Telemenphen prince hidden beneath the carriage heard their conversation with fear.
'If they act here, they might find me. What do I do?! What do I do?! What do I do?!?!'
He was panicking and so was another. The orange haired female slave was also lost in her fear as she had begun to tremble ever so greatly, her muffled screams gaining a higher crescendo as tears began to flow.
"Oh ho ho ho, what a feisty slave we now have. Roman, you can have a go, we'll watch then join in after a few minutes."
With that, the bald headed, big bodied Sergio tossed the young girl to the ground. She had fallen with a thud, tumbling a few times before coming to a stop. Seeing this, the thin bodied Roman took apart his lower armor, wickedly grinning as he approached the thin orange haired youth with malicious intentions.
Seeing this, her fears exploded as she cried out as loud as she could, trying her very best to writhe away from the half naked Roman. Her muffled scream echoing whilst the guards laughed,
The former Telemenphen prince trembled greatly, fearing for his life as the lanky guard Roman was getting ever so close towards his current position. Having long begun to hold his breath, the eyes began to quiver greatly as the ringing within his ears began to intensify, the time limit for his held breath was greatly approaching as Roman has forcibly opened the legs of the orange haired youth.
Since he couldn't bare to look at what had begun to happen, he shut his eyes towards the victim who screamed greatly as an atrocious did began to take place. Her muffled screams ran a protest like no other, whilst the lanky guard Roman continued unabated, laughing loudly in wicked joy the other two guards seeing this with apparent joy.
The already tense Juon had now risen from his seated position, greatly scanning the environment with his already light brown eyes, fear crawling towards his face as more and more of his members lightly trembled.
"... what is going on?"
His mouth had already dried as he took in shaky breaths through his dried lips. No matter where he looked, where he gazed upon nor where he sensed... there was nothing. Not a single thing was out of place yet... it greatly disturbed him.
It disturbed him so greatly that he withdrew his sword from its scabbard, tensely scanning the ground and the sky for any beast that had come to attack the camp... but nothing appeared.
The muffled screams of the female slave had gotten so out of hand that even the sleeping slaves had awoken, grimly staring at the scene happening within the deep darkness. The lanky Roman had made space for his fellow guards as they began to unnaturally ravage the orange haired youth.
His former excellency beneath the carriage couldn't bear the screams and wicked laughs as his eyes suddenly opened, beholding what was happening before him.
He paled greatly as his throat remained stagnant.
"...devils..."
He couldn't help but utter weakly, his unnatural exercise of preserving his breath long shut down, as he took shaky breaths. His instincts were blaring greatly, yet... he couldn't move not a single inch.
The moon had long darkened, the stars shimmered as crimson starlight burned within the high heavens.
Terror gripped Juon's heart, as his light brown eyes had lost the original luster turning dull. His teeth chattered, as his being quivered so greatly, warm liquids leaked from his person. Cold sweat ran across him, as fear shattered his heart.
He wanted to look, he really wanted to look...
But no matter what he wanted, he just couldn't look towards the sky.
The slaves to trembled so greatly, they lost consciousness, their already gaunt figures having lost precious mass.
It was a close encounter... towards the third kind.