He regretted it.
He could've been long gone, somewhere on a boat sailing the horizon with joy in his eyes.
Faked or not, would be a better fate.
Even the original Malachi would agree right? What better vengeance than living happily.
He could see it already, his dirty, shoulder length blond hair waving along with the sea as the waves reflected this own eye colour.
Now that would be something.
''Ahh..''fuck, his eyes snapped opened as she twisted his nipple, hardened by the simple movement.
As Lu Ming, he could ignore that easily but this body was way too sensitive.
Even a slight brush left his face feeling flush.
''Don't tell me...the noble and high end Malachi Von Westford is a virgin?''
{Was he?}
{Yes.}
Aww cute, he was waiting for the right one.
Then again...he never really had the chance to-''Ngg''
However what is this, a taste of both worlds?
First a body that withstands a lot and now a body that couldn't. His first looked even frailer too, this isn't making sense!
Even the women, first one loved him so much she died for him(he was the one that made her but that didn't really affect much) and now one that loved going from men to men like she did jewellry.
And that when it was only the second..whatever it is people would call this.
''Are you, tell me.''
Nodding, he flushed even more,his body new to the rush of blood.
''Oh my.-"her nails dug into his stomach as she straightened herself with a pleased smile.''Imma be your first then.''
He should at least follow the inexperience of his body right? Virgins are new at things, so easily faced?..?
Dramatically inclined, he widened his eyes before turning left into the pillow and hiding his face with his arms.
It felt like a little show, in a way he couldn't help but find humourous.
It did as intended and fooled her as mentally he wasn't quit a virgin.
He couldn't be bothered by it wether it was now or in his own, real, body, the physical activity that it brought was as normal as the bird and the bees.
At one point everyone did it.
Even slanted, he could see her eyes turning into moon like devils, Malachi was almost sure she was a witch after all.
Point only proven more when she suddenly stood against the door.
''Get up, time to meet mother.''
Forgetting everything from before, he put himself upright. A moment accompanied with the shifting off the bedding.
''Didn't you already-" Now that sounded a bit too comfortable.
''You're adorable.''chuckle ''get up.''
He thought her words over, thinking he had atleast some time but as soon as she passed the threshold, he was starting to get pulled off the bed.
He didn't even see her take the chain from behind the headboard.
Struggling, he picked up space and closed the distance, trying to close his shirt again.
Face flooding with embarrassment, which noble would stand this sort of treatment?
Getting degraded so much in just a day as servants openly stared when they passed.
Gulping, he tried the original's stuck up face but failed when she tugged the chains on purpose.
Amused at the antics he was playing, however he did succeed at the look as he glared.
It didn't bother her.
''You better dress decently, that's not the way you want to meet her right.''
''If I had a choice, I wouldn't want to meet her at all and neither you.'' With eyes glancing up and down, he snorted in disdain.
''I may not be noble but I am the one with your fate in my hands and I'm rich so that helps..''
Fate, fate, such a fickle thing beside so was the previous owner before he got deemed a traitor.
Malachi did however straighten his shirt more as they went left.
Besides neezing a few times, the walk passed rapidly.
How did she go over so quickly before and get back in time to listen in on the conversation...now that he thought about it.
''My servant...did you...?''
''I let him do what you asked.'' With a pause in her steps, she looked at him before continuing.''I got what I wanted, what happens to the others doesn't matter.''
''Doesn't matter?''
This child, she had no idea what sort of torture she caused for those she didn't 'choose'.
''Do you even know what happens to them?''
As innocent as a child could be, Alisha muttered outloud. ''They go live in a brothel, have their pick in men and women and live happily ever after.
Gulping, he stared in disbelief and even if he knew better, he still tried to pass on a bit of what was called intellect.
"They don't.
They get taken by vile men and women, touched and broken. Starved and played with it even with their voice hoarse from screaming and begging.
They don't get a happily ever after, they don't get to grow old together with the ones they love."
Sentimental, his voice was laced with it.
Was it his or was it the original's flooding in, he didn't know.
Did he scream and beg too, never receiving it when he was displayed there on the ground, beaten and senseless?
It was something he wished no answer to as sadness flowed within him.
Once more leaving the question who it was from.
"I would like to see you beg..?
What do you expect me to say, I don't care.
Grow old together?
Why?
What a weird thing to say."
It was conflicting, the child was so infuriatingly stupid and yet was capable of such pain.
"Mom, we have arrived."
"Come in, sweetheart."
With hands on the door handles, she whispered. "Don't you dare speak of such nonsense in front of my mother."
Realizing things took time for him apparently, he was blinded by her age, she wasn't stupid.
She only saw what she wanted to see, listened to things she wanted.
Stupid, a word that could define him as he got pulled into the dining hall.
{-Unfazed with it she just went to the next victim and played her game again.
More often than not the victim was either left dead, paralyzed in body or mind or straight up left behind.-}
Was it because of the long text or because of the rapid movement of the nonexistent script that he forgot this part?
"Is this him?"
"Yes, mom.
Malachi Von Westford."
He was getting judged, stared at, graded like a piece of meat in the market.
The servant present, silently handed him a cup, clearly ordened not to speak as he gave two to mom and daughter without a word.
It was hard not to notice the mother's lingering hand upon the servant's, upon closer look a love mark peeked from underneath his shirt , making it obvious who Alisha learned from.
Gulping it down in one ago, his body immediately falling into manners, he for the first time felt akin to nobility.
"I see why, nice choice daughter."
"I know, learned from the best."
That's...now he's red again..done purposefully. Even her words sounded cheeky.
This..he was going to say child again, to be honesty, he wasn't even three years older in his real life where he should have died.
Missed chance.
Grunting, he shifted on the sofa.
It was warmer then before, the shift in temperature was noticeable so why were the other two speaking as if it wasn't the case.
Clenching around the cup, he tried to bear with it but it only rose.
Quicker, faster... the servant noting his predicament glanced down right at the cup before silently asking for forgiveness and turning away.
Drugged?
This early?
She didn't leave anything to chance.
Alright, now it was getting unbearable. And rapidly so.
Getting up for no reason, the cup crashing and shattering on the ground, he let his body back away to the wall, eyes darkening at them.
Seconds passed where they just watched as if it was a daily circumstance.
Tugging at his collar, he felt sweat drop down in a slow and torturous way. Eyes drooping as the feeling rose inside him and drug swirled faster in his blood line.
Before even his hearing could get muddled from the drug, he heard Alisha say loud and proud.
"It seems I have to cut this visit short, mom.
Dinner seems to be ready."