To Embrace the Devil - Chapter 6
If anyone knew she was studying, they’d laugh, so she carved out time in the early mornings.
Slowly straightening her curled body aching with pain, Yelena tried to focus her thoughts elsewhere.
Diago would return soon.
Would she be able to speak to him as she had learned? If he remembered her and made her his personal maid again, maybe she could escape her miserable situation.
‘No, that won’t happen.’
Three whole years had passed. She was certain he had forgotten her.
He might recall having taken in a Frostborn maid when he saw her silver hair. But serving him again seemed impossible.
Treatment of the Frostborn had worsened. Why would he want such a flawed servant near him?
Diago had risen higher, wrapped in honor and glory.
‘I want to at least say thank you for saving me…’
That was Yelena’s only wish. To thank the man who had saved her.
To have a conversation at least once before her last breath. Until then, she resolved to remain loyal to the Marquis’ residence.
That was as far as her heart could go.
She knew her place. Maids who pined for noble masters were common. Some even openly sought their touch.
But Diago Martinas was beyond such thoughts for Yelena. To feel affection for him was arrogance and disrespect.
She was content to serve the residence and be useful as a maid.
‘I need to pull myself together and get up now.’
Just then, the locked cellar door creaked open.
Yelena sensed a sinister presence and turned her head.
Fabio, whom she thought had left, had returned. He approached swiftly, finger pressed to his bearded lips.
“Quiet. Stay still. We don’t have much time.”
“What… uhp!”
“Shut up.”
Fabio’s harsh breath filled her face as he clamped a hand over her mouth.
Yelena felt a chill freeze her whole body. With his other hand, he quickly began to undo his belt.
Her body trembled in terror.
R*pe was a crime in Mediol. But she’d never heard of anyone being punished for r*ping a Frostborn.
“Damn, shut your mouth. There’s no time…!”
She struggled wildly, but Fabio didn’t budge.
She felt utterly helpless. In Mediol, her status was less than human, helpless even if r*ped here.
Perhaps thinking of Diago made it worse. The gap between them felt painfully real.
Her foolish hope to talk to him seemed absurd.
Talk to him? Her?
The endless insults echoed in her mind. But no matter what she was, she wouldn’t submit to Fabio.
She’d tolerated violence so far, but not this. Summoning every ounce of strength, she twisted and fought back.
“You crazy bitch…! I told you there’s no time!”
They had to return to quarters before curfew.
‘If I could just stall a little…’
Yelena clenched her teeth and spoke in a trembling voice.
“Ple, please… stop.”
Fabio’s hand was about to invade her skirt.
“If you mingle with Frostborn, misfortune will follow. Surely a curse…”
Yelena muttered rumors she’d overheard. Fabio chuckled excitedly.
“That’s just nonsense. My friend tried it, and he’s fine.”
“……”
“If you don’t eat this right in front of you, you’re no man. There are plenty hunting you.”
The man’s sleazy laugh sent chills down her spine. The cellar was deserted. No one would hear her scream.
‘If I call for help…’
No one would come. Everyone sided with Fabio.
Yelena desperately thought of ways to stall until curfew.
Thunk! She slammed her forehead against the stone floor without warning.
“What the hell are you doing?”
Fabio flinched and awkwardly pulled back.
“I, I’ll die if you keep doing this…”
“You stubborn bitch.”
If someone died in the main tower, Fabio would be in trouble.
Despite trembling with fear, Yelena struck her forehead against the floor again.
Though her face would be bruised and scolded tomorrow, it was better than being violated by Fabio.
Her pale skin soon tore, and blood dripped down.
Thud. Footsteps echoed in the corridor outside.
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