Toxic Marriage - Chapter 6.2

Chapter 6.2

Freya’s heart jumped like it was about to burst at his strange question.

Suddenly, the man pulled her waist and put his body close together, and his lips, which she did not know were red because of the blood or if that was their original color, came into view.

As he lowered his head a little, their lips became so close that they almost touched.

“Do you want me to show you the taste of blood?”

This man could really kill her.

Freya, who had been lost in thought as if she had been possessed by him, quickly turned her gaze back to the table.

She reached out and grabbed the knife next to the plate. It only took her a moment to put her thoughts into action.

Swish!

The sharp edge of the knife turned to the man’s thighs.

However, he easily stopped her. Freya’s eyes trembled as she missed her chance to escape.

Fenrir gently gripped Freya’s hand holding the knife.

“If you want to stab a person for the first time, you should aim for a more vulnerable place.”

“…”

“A place that can kill someone at once…”

Fenrir drew Freya’s hand, holding a knife, and had her point the tip to his chest.

“A place like this.”

Freya’s hands began to tremble as the man whispered to her as if he were telling her to kill him.

Clang!

Eventually, the knife fell to the ground. There was no way she could really kill someone. All she wanted to do was stab him in the thigh and run away from this place.

“Your preemptive strike failed,” Fenrir muttered.

“…”

“Then you should also know what the price will be.”

A large hand wrapped around Freya’s neck. Was he going to strangle her like this?

But as he pulled her close to his face, the man immediately kissed Freya.

“Hm, hmph…!”

The man sucked on Freya’s stiff lips and forced her to open a gap to push his tongue in.

A pungent taste turned Freya’s stomach upside down.

It was the taste of blood. The blood that flowed from the raw pig liver that the man was chewing on as if it were ripe fruit.

Only then did Freya realize why the man forced her to kiss him. To show her the taste of blood, just as he had said.

The man engraved the pungent taste of blood deep inside Freya as if punishing her for her clumsy attack. As his tongue slowly scanned hers and sucked it hard, she couldn’t hold it back.

Freya pushed Fenrir away violently and vomited in disgust.

Blargh.

Marrying to a man whose face she had never seen before… there was something worse than that. A bloody kiss.

Still, the good news was that after she threw up, she felt so dizzy, and her vision was so blurry that it made her fear disappear.

When she came to her senses and looked at the man, he was wiping his hands and mouth that had touched Freya with a clean napkin, as if he had touched something dirty.

“Those born on this land used to fill their stomachs by scraping maggots off corpses to survive hunger and poverty.”

“…”

“In that sense, the raw liver of an animal is no different from a banquet.”

It was strange. The man in front of her had never met or seen her before, but he seemed to hate her terribly, to the extent that he would torment her by eating raw pig liver.

But on the other hand, it made her even more curious.

“Haven’t you toyed with me enough? So just tell me now. The reason you want to marry me.”

She stared at him with fierce eyes. The man threw the napkin he used to wipe his hands on the floor, like a piece of garbage, and slowly looked at her. The smile that had been on his face all along disappeared like it was a mirage.

His serious expression resembled the cold atmosphere of this place.

“Because you have to give birth to my child.”

Child…? Freya’s expression hardened at the unexpected reason.

“There must be plenty of women who would give birth to your child.”

“But you’re the only one who can give birth to a child who will release me from my curse.”

At the mention of a curse, Freya felt like she was dreaming. The man picked up another knife from the table and brought it to his wrist.

“Look carefully. I’ll tell you the answer to your question now.”

A trail of blood appeared in the place where the blade passed. But surprisingly, his skin quickly healed and became smooth as if nothing had happened.

It was an unbelievable regenerative power.

“My flesh continues to regenerate, and my skin remains youthful.”

His black eyes, like the abyss, turned towards Freya with an incomprehensible, deep resentment.

“In other words, I can neither die nor grow old.”