"Chelsea, how did you poison those people?"

Chelsea stared at me for a long time, but instead ignored my inquiry, he opened his palms and carefully stroked my cheeks and jaw.

"Chloe, it's so pathetic how your healing magic abilities came to be like this......" He smiled as if he was pitying me and sarcastic.

I frowned, twisting my neck in disgust, not wanting to see his face.

After a while, he fell silent, and even lowered my chin, and then, a rustling sound came into my ears—

I looked sideways, but he had unbuttoned his shirt and was slowly undressing.

When his upper body was naked, he turned around and took a knife from a silver platter beside him.

"......" He stared at his long, sturdy arm for a moment, then raised the knife and slashed lightly at it.

Bright red blood beads emerged from the tiny wound in an instant. He frowned, and didn't seem to like the pain, so he leaned close to me, ripped off my clothes, and smiled at me, the heat of his nose even hitting me in the face.

"Shhh Before he could react, Chelsea posted it all over.

He pressed his wound tightly against mine, and in a moment a faint turquoise glow lit up at the place of my wound. Because of its close proximity to my wounds, Chelsea's wounds were also exposed to the light of the healing magic.

- This is the healing ability of a healing magician, as long as I am injured, my body will uncontrollably mobilize healing magic to heal the injured area.

This was a unique advantage for the healing mage, but now it has become a means for him to dominate me and satisfy him.

He stepped back a little, then stared at the wound for a while, as if admiring some remarkable view, and finally closed his eyes in revelation, and I saw that his lips even trembled a little, and he looked very excited.

After a few moments, the small wound healed, and he took a deep breath and opened his eyes to look at me, full of pity.

He reached out and stroked my head, and said very tolerantly, "It's okay, although the degree of healing is far from the original, but ...... Your healing magic is still so amazing, Chloe. ”

As he finished speaking, he slashed me and his own arms several times.

These wounds are shallow, but they all mobilize the magical elements in my body to heal.

"Hah...... Too...... That's great...... Hmm......" he cried out happily, like a madman.

It was hot against my body, and the incense of the nobility mixed with the faint smell of blood was disgusting.

He even stuck out his tongue to lick my bleeding wounds, and the wet tongue kept poking and teasing, and his head rested on my shoulder, and I couldn't stand it anymore and turned my head to the other side.

I tried to resist, but my hands and feet were tightly bound and I couldn't move. The healing magic element was slowly being consumed, and my stomach was hungry, and my eyes were dark for a while.

In this dimly lit dungeon, on this cross, I was like a human animal depicted in a book, sacrificed to demons by a dark magician.

☆★☆

I don't know how long it took to be so groggy that he finally let go of the arms that were tightly wrapped around me, took a few steps back, and carefully scrubbed the blood and sweat from his upper body with a damp cloth. And he put on the clothes that were scattered on the ground, one by one.

When this qiē ended, he was the cold and dignified nobleman again.

"Poor Pity, Kolo, I'll find someone to heal you and restore your magical abilities."

He shook his head and sighed as he walked to the spiral staircase behind his seat.

The gorgeous and delicate clothes seemed to cover him with a layer of skin, covering his hypocritical countenance.

I watched him slowly disappear from my field of vision, watching the candlelight in the dungeon finally go out. As far as the eye could see, there was a vast expanse of darkness, and suddenly...... I'm a little ...... Despair.

☆★☆

I don't know how long I stayed in this dark dungeon. Occasionally, I'd be forced by Chelsea to pour potions and nutrients that would keep me from dying.

Though...... It's probably better to die than it is now.

"Why is it still ......?"

After about six or seven drinks, Chelsea started repeating the "cut game" against me. However, the turquoise glow that came out of my body was still faint.

The more times he watched this scene, the more agitated he became, and sometimes he would even bring some healing mages directly to the dungeon to check on me.

These are useless.

I don't think there are many people who can restore my healing magic unless he finds Master Heber.

Multiple treatments have not worked, and Chelsea has been gone for two or three days. Looking at his demeanor, I was somewhat convinced that he wasn't the one to blame for the disappearance of my healing magic.

It's just that...... If it's not him, then ......

A vague shadow of Bednar came to my mind, but it was quickly extinguished.

…… Even at this point, I can't seem to attribute this fault to him.

After all...... I couldn't find a reason for him to hurt me, and ...... He has always been very good to me.

☆★☆

Two days later, Chelsea reappeared in the dungeon.

He looked excited, and as he approached me, he pulled out the cork of the potion in his hand.

It was a red potion, and as he got closer, I could even smell the scent of Hawthorne.

"What are you doing!" I stared at the red bottle and yelled at him uncontrollably.

Hawthorne flower, this is an aphrodisiac flower species, and I naturally know what the use of a potion with the aroma of Hawthorne flower like this is.

"It's a potion to heal you." Chelsea didn't seem to expect such a big reaction from me and was stunned for a moment, but quickly reached out and squeezed my chin tightly and poured the potion into my mouth from above.

I didn't resist the cold potion flowing into my mouth, but when he let go, I turned my head to the side and spit all the potion in my mouth aside.

"Damn it!"

Chelsea slammed the flask to the ground, shattering with a crisp thud.

He glared at me fiercely, then turned and ran out.

Although I vomited most of the potion, a small amount of the potion, and I felt my cheeks slowly rise hot, and my body was sweating for a while.

But after a while, there was the sound of footsteps in my ears again, and the smell of Hawthorne flowers became stronger with the footsteps, and I struggled to open my eyes to see Chelsea holding another bottle of red potion in his hand.

With some anger on his face, he took a few steps closer to me, reached out to take my chin, and poured the potion into my mouth.

I tried to do it again, but he let go of his chin and punched him in the abdomen. After a while, I swallowed a lot of the potion.

"Good ......" Chelsea smiled softly, and reached over to stroke my lower body.

"You're healing elemental ring blockage and need to be channeled."

“…… Get out of ......" I gasped for air, thinking he was disgusting and wanted to humiliate him with the most vicious words.

"Shhhh

"For a moment...... It only takes a moment for your healing magic to do

You can recover ......."

I felt the pleasure as he stroked it from my brain down my spine to my whole body, and the heat in my body kept rising, and my brain was already in chaos, and I could no longer distract myself from resisting him and cursing him.

In the haze of consciousness, there seemed to be a huge roar of thunder outside, the earth trembled, and ash fell from the top of my head, and I even had the illusion that I was about to be buried by these clods of earth, and I would die in the dungeon.

There was a roar in my ears, followed by a pungent smell of blood.

It was as if my hands had been untied from the cross, and my name was constantly being called.

A hot body of flesh came up, my eyes were blurred, and there was no reason left, and the person who came up with it was pressed to the ground by the neck, reached out and kneaded his firm and smooth texture, kissed his slender neck fiercely, and then ......

Then, there was a joy that had never been felt before, gushing out.

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