In a small, dilapidated warehouse on the outskirts of the city, the air was thick with dust and the sll of rusted tal. Josephine and Morgana sat tied to two sturdy chairs, their eyes obscured by strips of dark cloth. Despite the situation, there was no scent of fear in the room—only the quiet, rhythmic breathing of two won who were far more dangerous than their captors realized.
The chairs were placed back-to-back, allowing them to speak in low tones beneath the notice of the guards.
"I am confused here. What exactly is your plan?" Morgana whispered, leaning her head back slightly.
"I want to see the official," Josephine replied calmly.
"The official? Why? I an, you aren’t the leaders of the Elves’ nation, so why are you curious about an official? Besides, if you want him dead, you should just give the order..." Morgana shifted her weight. Even with her eyes closed, her sensory perception mapped the room perfectly: twenty n standing near the periter walls, hands on their hilts.
"I can’t rember the last ti I ate elves... He would make a good taste, I hope," Morgana added, a small, predatory smile tugging at her lips.
Josephine grimaced, the ntal image of the witch’s diet causing a montary lapse in her composure. "You eat people?" she asked in mild shock.
"Only the ones who cross ... I am bored with human at. I miss the at of other races, especially the Phoenixes. Those guys seem to be too scared to even co near my estate anymore." Morgana sighed dramatically.
"So... Um. You eat them raw?" Josephine asked, her curiosity getting the better of her.
"No... That would be disgusting. I cook them before eating. Delicious."
High above, perched silently on a cross-beam, Sunny watched the scene with a slight frown. Even though the two were whispering, his heightened senses caught every word. He shook his head, continuing to eat the ice cream in his hand as he waited for the "guests" to arrive.
"So... Is it delicious?" Josephine asked again, seemingly intrigued by the logistics.
"Hey... Don’t ask that question. It sounds like you want to try it, and I won’t accept that," Morgana warned in a low voice.
"Oh... Is it because I am pregnant?"
"That... and, he will have my head." Morgana tilted her head up, her blindfolded gaze eting Sunny’s eyes through the shadows. He stared back with a warning look.
"What do we have here! I told you I’ll make you pay!!"
The heavy warehouse doors groaned open. The two won fell silent, instantly recognizing the shrill, arrogant tone of Carlton.
Sunny shifted his gaze to the entrance. Three n walked inside, flanked by thirty additional guards. Combined with the twenty already stationed inside, the security detail totaled fifty n. Sunny scanned the newcors with the system and nodded his head:
"Malcom, head of the Malcom family and Carlton’s Father, peak celestial rank warrior. And... lvin, High ranking official in the royal court, first stage of the Divine rank; Carlton’s uncle. Impressive," He muttered to himself, taking another spoonful of ice cream.
"A Divine Rank official acting as a common criminal, so funny."
Carlton, his head bandaged due the store incident, strode toward Josephine and Morgana with a swagger born of perceived invincibility. He reached out and ripped the blindfolds from their faces.
"Hahaha!! Are you two shocked seeing ?! Are you scared now!! Afraid or terrified?!! Hahaha!!"
The two won simply stared at him. There was no trembling, no pleading. Just a flat, unimpressed silence that made Carlton’s laughter die in his throat.
"Why that look? Aren’t you two scared?! Without that guy here, what can two weak won do? I expect both of you to be on your knees, begging," he yelled, gesturing wildly at his feet.
"Um... I have a question," Morgana muttered, her eyes fixing on Carlton.
"Huh? What is that?" Carlton asked, leaning in with a scowl.
"When was the last ti you brushed your teeth?"
"....?!!"
The room went deathly silent. The guards shifted uncomfortably, and even Malcolm and lvin looked stunned.
"Gosh, it slls so bad... Please, move so feet back," she added, wrinkling her nose.
’Woah! Morgana is so ruthless...’ Sunny thought with a smile.
"You are right. He is just shouting non-stop and filling the air with the odor... I almost puked," Josephine added, joining in with a look of genuine disgust.
"You! You!!" Carlton’s face turned a deep shade of crimson, his finger trembling with rage.
"After you are tired with your single sentence, you can remove the ropes you tied us with," Morgana added nonchalantly.
Carlton stared at them for several seconds, his chest heaving. "I like your type. So feisty... You will be more delicious after I conquer you!"
He held out his hand, and a subordinate placed a jagged dagger into his palm.
"I won’t kill you... I will just give you so marks, especially on your face," he said, stalking toward Morgana. "Don’t worry, I won’t touch the beautiful parts, like your lips... You’ll have to use them later."
"This guy is even worse than a pervert," Josephine said, shaking her head.
Sunny’s eyes narrowed. ’In the month I’ve spent with Morgana, I’ve learned she values her looks above all else. She can heal instantly, but she hates getting a cut... it drives her mad.’
"Have you seen the Official now?" Morgana asked, turning her head to Josephine as if Carlton wasn’t even there.
"Yes. He is here too. Maybe thinking of also getting a piece of the trophy," Josephine answered.
"So we’re the trophy?"
"Haha, we are the biggest trophies of all... It is their bad luck I am taken. But you aren’t," Josephine said, glancing at Morgana.
"I haven’t seen a man that can win over... They are just too weak. Except for the one who have already gotten his trophy," Morgana said. Sunny and Josephine both raised their eyebrows at the subtle admission.
Carlton froze, gripped by a sudden, irrational fury. They were chatting. They were in a warehouse, tied up, surrounded by fifty elite guards, and they were chatting about trophies.
"Do you two take for a fool!!!!" he scread, lunging forward with the dagger aid at Morgana’s cheek. "You’ll pay for it!!"
BAM!!
The sound of the impact echoed like a thunderclap through the warehouse, stunning everyone in place.
"What the?"
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