Chapter 524
Chapter 524
If it weren’t for this dead weight of a woman, they wouldn’t have
to
go through all this hell.
After a brief discussion, the group finally decided to find a sheltered spot to
est for a while.
Soon, they found a cave at the foot of the mountain. The inside was relatively dry, with some straw scattered around.
A campfire crackled to life, its warm glow chasing away the lingering chill that clung to them.
Before long, a black–clad man strode in.
With a smug grin, he flung a chicken at Athena’s feet. “Get
Athena looked up at him in astonishment: “Me p>
to
clean this up and cook it for us p>
“What? You think we’re here to wait on you?” the black–clad man snorted, his eyes flashing with menace.
Athena bit down hard on her lip, swallowing the deep humiliation as she forced herself to endure in silence.
Then, Athena grabbed the wild chicken and limped to the cave entrance, where she began to clean it.
The black–clad men watched the scene unfold, sneers twisting their lips.
Viscountess or not, now she was just their little bitch to order around.
Athena chose to ignore their hostile stares.
She focused intently on roasting the wild chicken, and soon the cave was filled with the mouthwatering aroma of sizzling meat.
The chicken skin glistened with a perfect golden crisp, its fat dripping onto
“Gimme that!” The black–clad man’s mouth watered with impatience
e fire and sending up tiny flares that hissed and popped.
as he roughly snatched the roasted chicken from Athena’s hand.
Just as the group crowded around, eager to tear into the roasted chicken &
He tossed a pitiful chicken wing at Athena and said, “You eat first p>
‘So they don’t trust me,‘ Athena realized with a wry smile.
She quickly accepted the chicken wing and nibbled at it.
one man suddenly paused, his hand frozen in midair.
After finishing it, Athena still eyed the roasted chicken longingly, as if hoping they might let her have just a little more.
But the black–clad men wouldn’t spare her another bite.
They wolfed down the roasted chicken, stuffing their faces without a shred of decency.
Meanwhile, Athena sat off to the side, tending to her injured ankle.
Her ankle was grotesquely swollen, flushed an angry red.
Even the slightest touch sent searing, bone–deep pain shooting through her.
Athena tore a strip of fabric from the hem of her skirt and wrapped it tightly around her swollen ankle.
A subtle lift of her skirt revealed an ankle,/ as smooth and flawless as it could be.
Chapter 524
Upon seeing this, the black–clad men exchanged glances, their eyes gleaming with a lecherous glint.
One of the black–clad men nudged his companion and whispered, “Look p>
The man’s gaze locked onto Athena, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed hard.
None of them had ever seen such peerless beauty.
The black–clad men exchanged knowing glances, and the one who looked like their leader gave a low, dismissive snort.
The rest of them drew back, but their eyes stayed glued to her, barely able to hide their eager anticipation.
One of the men said with a leering grin, “Boss, the lads are all worn out. We’ve had our share of women, but before p>
The leader sneered. “If anyone’s tasting the Viscountess, it’s going to be me first p>
The rest of the men broke into lewd, knowing chuckles at his words.
none of us have ever tasted a Viscountess
The group’s leader loomed over Athena, expecting to see her delicate features twist in terror, hear her break into hysterical sobs, and watch her grovel pathetically for mercy.
Yet, to his surprise, Athena remained entirely focused on tending to her injured ankle, not even sparing him a glance.
“Still a tough nut to crack, huh? I love breaking tough ones like you,” he sneered, reaching out to grab Athena’s wrist.
The moment that man bent down, a sudden, searing pain exploded in his chest.
Suddenly, something sharp pierced through his chest like lightning.
As realization dawned on him, his eyes widened in sheer horror.
Then, a metallic taste welled up in the man’s throat as blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.
From behind, one of his men screamed, “She’s armed! She killed our leader! Kill her! Kill her now p>
The remaining black–clad men all charged at Athena.
Sara Lili
Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.