The Source of All Evil

Chapter Twenty-Six

Michaela Walker.

“Do you realize what you’ve done?!”

Michaela felt indignant. The anger that resided inside her displayed in the unrestrained powers that flowed around her body. The Evil Master didn’t look threatened by her powers, matching her glare.

“Now the news will travel around the Darkvalley dynasty, deeming me as a frivolous man whose heart aches for a hooker! Don’t you even care about your reputation?! This rumor will harm you more than me, you know.” He said the last bit with a gentle tone as if he cared about her. But Michaela had realized this man cared about the owner of her body and not her.

“Dude, don’t make me laugh! You drag my ass to this world, feeding me lies, then ordering me around as if I’m one of your bitches! And the funniest part of all, you expect me to stay calm after you admitted that I’d be your puppet on the Enlightenment Day!” She let out a chuckle in contempt, smirking. “Let’s see how you’ll be able to fix this after everyone learns that ‘your heart aches for a hooker’.”

The Evil Master’s nostrils flared, vanishing in the thin air for a mere second, then appearing in front of her, pushing her down on the bed. Michaela’s short hair came loose, scattered on the silky bedsheet, panting for air from the shock. Her chest was moving up and down, matching her erratic heartbeats, staring at those gray eyes she once adored.

“Get off of me!”

The black smoke thickened, saturating her mind with dark thoughts, and overbearing her heart with sudden coldness, that for a fleeting second, the Evil Master showed a pained expression. She watched as he exuded a red orb, covering his body like some magical shield. The Evil Master showed a smug grin as if he was challenging her to come up with something else to shove him away.

“I said, get off of me!”

The Evil Master’s grin grew wider, satisfied to hear her voice wavering. He brought one hand to her face, caressing her cheek gently, saying. “Love, now that everyone thinks you’re a hooker, I can pretty much do anything I want with you.”

“Like hell, you would!” She moved her leg to hit his groin, but he was one step ahead of her, dodging her attack as if it were nothing, pinning her firmly on the bed.

“Love, don’t get cranky. Soon enough, you’ll be writhing on this bed, begging me to fulfill your desire.”

He stared at her as if he was expecting some sort of reaction from her, but instead of her eyes showing fear, they were full of disdain as she mocked. “What are you? The one-dollar, lame-ass version of Shakespeare! Love this, love that. . . dude, that’s just creepy and ancient!”

The Evil Master didn’t get angered by her words. He chuckled heartily, his hand delicately touching her parted lips as if he was cherishing them. With a low, sensual voice, he whispered. “In all my existence, never have I ever met a woman that could irritate me yet also entice me at the same time. . . When I kissed these lips, I got even more addicted, wanting more and more.”

She noticed how the room she was in has changed, morphing into the same room she remembered from the inn at Hema village. She quickly put two and two together, realizing now that this Evil Master has tricked her mind into thinking she was in an inn while he probably took her somewhere else. Though she couldn't comprehend how she recalled waking up and leaving the inn, if that was all some wicked trick, now wasn’t the time for her to brood over it, as her virtue was in danger.

Michaela tried to move her face away, but the Evil Master gripped her jaw tightly that she feared it would leave a bruise. “Your personality is different from that of my beloved, yet I found myself inclined to admire you, feel you, kiss you. . .”

He trailed off when Michaela started struggling beneath him, jarred by his face that kept drawing closer to her own. And as if she awakened a beast within him, the Evil Master’s eyes darkened, capturing her lips with his own. This time, the kiss didn’t feel as she remembered from last time. This kiss felt needy, greedy, so demanding, feeling her lips getting irritated the more the Evil Master nibbled on them.

Michaela wasn’t enjoying it as much as he was, and the more she struggled, the lewder his actions would get, feeling his hand just below her breast, cupping it from time to time.

Of course, Michaela wasn’t about to surrender and let him do as he pleased. She preferred getting killed over getting webbed by this man, as he forced himself on her. But she knew that struggling would be in vain, as the powers within her seemed to be affected by his domineering aura.

The Evil Master appeared to be drunken in lust, and Michaela used this moment of vulnerability to get away from him. She caressed his cheek, toying with his earlobe, deepening the kiss, hearing him grunt in pleasure against her lips. And when he lowered his guard down, thinking that she’s submitted to his advances, Michaela used all her strength to push him away.

The other must’ve misinterpreted her action as he brought her on top of him, making her straddle his waist. He guided her face down to indulge in more kisses, and Michaela didn’t waste time in reaching for a golden fruit plate that was on the nightstand beside the bed, hitting him square on the face.

She stumbled away from the bed, hearing him groan behind her, cursing her as she opened the door and walked outside. Michaela ran frantically in the empty hallways, trying every door she passed by, but they were all locked. Everything looked the same to her, as the hallways seemed similar, long and dim as if she were in a nightmare. Her breathing hitched when she heard loud footsteps coming from behind her, and she didn’t dare to look, running faster in hopes of finding a way out.

The Evil Master seemed to be enjoying the chase, as she was well aware he could've used his powers to catch her in an instance. Michaela mourned inwardly, wishing if Kirby was here with her.

The palace looked like a maze to her, and Michaela soon found herself lost in it. She almost gave up, feeling her tears threatening to fall, until she noticed a glimpse of light, a man in a white robe leading a familiar person behind him. Michaela never thought she’d feel happy to see that veiled face, and she opened her lips to call his name, only to choke on a yelp when a hand covered her mouth tightly, and a dark voice sneered in her ear.

“You won’t escape from me this time!”