Release That Succubus



Moreover, the fear kept his face glued to the ground as if afraid that the grim reaper's scythe would drop on his neck the moment, he tried to raise his head or showed a defiant attitude.

Swearing vehemently within the confines of his thoughts, Nelson's eyes darted about in a frenzied search. He clung to the slender thread of hope that his guards, in their vigilance, would have by this time sensed the disruption that had unfolded, or at the very least, intercepted the shrill echoes of his desperate pleas for aid. 

The pulsating seconds felt like an eternity as his heart pounded with a mixture of anticipation and trepidation, yearning for a lifeline in the form of his guards' prompt response. 

However, with each passing moment, his suspicions burgeoned like a storm gathering on the horizon. Despite the relentless duration during which he had fervently shouted for assistance, his guards remained conspicuously absent from view. 

He wondered if some kind of silencing spell had been cast to keep his guards from hearing and answering his call or something even worse.

Although Nelson felt annoyed by his guards sometimes, he had no doubt about their individual capability and loyalty because they were the finest guards that his father, Hogan, had assigned to him to ensure his safety in these turbulent times. 

Therefore, Nelson couldn't bring himself to believe that they had been wiped out or bought out by the enemy forces causing them to betray him so heartlessly. 

He could only continue to hope that they would rush to his location once they heard his painful squeals.

As a result, he screamed even more exaggeratedly while the assailant kept looking at him with derision as if unwilling to stop him from embarrassing himself further. It was as if they were taking pleasure in his pitiful situation.

Just when he was about to begin another bout of screaming after a small period of rest of two or three seconds, he heard several responses to his shrill screams. 

Equally terrified screams were heard from all around him. It was as if the very souls of those unfortunate individuals were being wrung by the most malevolent of hellish tormentors.

Within this tumultuous symphony, were familiar notes composed of mournful wails that resonated with a chilling familiarity, the pained cries of his guards, teetering on the precipice of mortality. These anguished utterances carried a weight that reached deep within him, intertwining with the fraying threads of his trust, and confirming the unthinkable reality that his handpicked protectors were being consumed by the merciless hands of fate.

Nelson wasn't dumb enough to fail to recognize the dying screams of his guards. 

The last embers of the hope of escape died out with those screams as he cursed Jack inwardly for bringing him to such a place.

Nelson knew that the assailant was unwilling to attack him anymore, so he began to act more pitiful as if he had lost everything he had in the world. He truly looked like someone who had resigned himself to his fate but only a few people knew how sharp he could be when it came to his own survival. His survival instinct was truly top notch which had allowed him to survive so far despite his shitty habits and overflowing lust.

In reality, he had another life-saving card that he could employ to get out of this situation. Therefore, he was only waiting for that opportunity to present itself to him. The pitiful act was a ploy of his to create an opportunity as well.

But little did he know that the opportunity he had been waiting for would never come again.

When the screams that were not his own all died out, meaning that the life had been snuffed out of their sources, the assailant who had stood beside him this whole time moved and appeared right in front of him.

The assailant bent down and lifted his pitiful body that was no different from a lifeless sack due to fright.

The face that came into view once he laid his eyes on the petite woman who crushed his wrist bones into powder was someone, he hated with all his guts. It went without saying that he was extremely familiar with her.

The woman, his assailant, was none other than Clara, the mad woman who had foiled his plans to bed Violet, her elder sister, on various occasions.

If it had been in any other situation, he would have tried to show her some attitude by threatening her family or close ones, but now he didn't have the guts to do so. He knew her impulsive nature and was afraid that he would be done for the moment he said something she didn't like.

Clara on the other hand wasn't interested in what he was muttering under his breath. Instead, her focus was on something else.

Without saying anything, Clara pounced on Nelson and began to tear off his remaining clothes one by one, layer by layer.

Nelson couldn't understand what was happening. Although he had wanted to do the same on his own earlier, this was not the way he wanted to undress himself before having his way with Christina. Being forcefully undressed scared the hell out of him. It wasn't a turn on at all like he had previously fantasized.

Nelson was looking for an opportunity to escape but Clara was too close to him. He could only wait until Clara was done with whatever she planned to do to him. Otherwise, he might lose the only chance at salvation he still had.

However, Clara wasn't about to suffer from the same thing all over again. She hurriedly pulled off the clothes on his upper body and tore through them until she finally laid her hands on the thing, she wanted to separate from Nelson the moment she caught sight of him.

Her hand clasped around a scroll hidden in the seam of his clothing, a spatial scroll to be exact. This was the same escape technique he had used to escape the last time she captured him. 

Nelson had managed to escape from her clutches the last time because she had been trying to act rational and based on logic. But the same thoughts were flung out of her head the moment she suffered a loss.

Therefore, she was determined to cut off his means of escape even if she ended up brutalizing him in the process.

Unfortunately, he didn't dare to resist, or Clara would have loved to break more of his bones.

Clara put away the spatial scroll that was the last hope of the Hunter family's young master.

Severed from the possibility of a good life, Nelson could only cry out bitterly like a woman who had been wronged by society and victimized by everyone around her. The shrill screams echoed around the wilderness as the pain from his crushed wrist returned now that the effect of the adrenaline had vanished.

Several pieces of the puzzle finally fell into place when Nelson began to think of a few possibilities that he had failed to consider earlier due to the overwhelming effect of his lust on his mental capabilities.

Nelson had been suspicious when Jack had approached him all of a sudden but the news he had brought for him pushed those thoughts out of his mind. He regretted not going with his gut instinct because the way the situation had turned out, he was sure that Jack had knowingly lured him into a trap.

Otherwise, he would have at least come out to help him. After all his profits were linked to Nelson's survival as well.

"JACKKK....YOU BASTA....", Nelson tried to curse Jack for deceiving him in the loudest voice he could muster but a huge force attacked him from the side of his face and sunk it down into the ground with enough force to shatter his bones.

When the tremors receded and he came out of the shock of the sudden attack, he found his lower jaw trembling and a pain akin to a thousand needles stabbing him his lower jaw shot through his overly sensitive nervous system.

Instinctively, he brought his hand up to touch the side of his face as if to ascertain the extent of damage he had suffered from the sudden attack.

Obviously, the source of the attack was none other than the person closest to him, Clara. 

Nelson cursed her on the inside for swinging her fists around like a mad woman not knowing who or what she was hitting with them. But he didn't have the courage to call her out on it.

Clara was irritated just looking at the bastard in front of her. Since she had been given an order by Zach to not hurt him more than necessary, she had been holding herself back from punching the bastard to death. 

As soon as he showed the slightest bit of resistance, she believed that she had the right to discipline him while remaining within the bounds set by Zach. The punch that dislocated his jaw earlier was one such attack. She was hoping to be able to deliver more of them soon.

Nelson on the other hand was done with it all. He stopped trying to act smart or courageous. Instead, his attitude deflated like a punctured ball. And he could only wail and whimper in a low voice, afraid of irritating the monstrous woman who could lash out at him at any moment.

While Clara was venting her frustration and anger on Nelson, Zach was busy dealing with the escorting guards that Nelson had brought along with him.